Where Happiness Grows

When one begins his search for happiness

He often looks beyond his own loved yard

Into a strange garden. I confess

I journeyed far to find the singing bard.

A distant field looked greener. Sweeter chord

Of music seemed to echo from the shore

Of unknown waters. I was sounded, scarred,

When I returned much wiser than before

To find my happiness was waiting at my door.

Reflections