Count down to happiness – a poem

We look in the abyss,
we are more interested in the flower outside.
For a thousand years,
we harness the joy.
No worries will grow on us,
the party will last till the last sun rising.
And for people demising,
we have a new generation taking their place.
We will memory them, stories be told.
But we will be bold,
too will shall dance with the creatures in the forest.<
It’s a conquest of happiness,
put on a nice dress
there where times we felt afraid.
It took an angel’s raid,
to get us to embrace nature.
The greatest stature,
to be alive for a thousand years.
Revise all our preoccupations,
there was a time of darkness,
now we turn to the light.


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