Happiness is childhood, and the wisha-wisha trees,
A state of mind, with Rainbow Garden light.
The look of love you give to me, the touch that no one sees,
The soft beat of two hearts throughout the night.
To journey through life's Tanglewood of criss-cross lanes and snares,
Then find the path to happiness and you,
This was the hand of destiny, the guide of One who cares,
How else would love be born so strong and true?
So, lay your gentle head, my love, against my simple heart,
And hear the wisha-wisha of my soul.
Let's journey through eternity, to where the rainbows start;
True happiness will be the final goal.
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 1997
