a thing called happiness

balloons fall
and float away
no rice is thrown
but the trees
will sway
the leaves will flutter
and fly to the sky
as if lost in a dream
of lightning bugs
and pretty moon beams.
If you listen
and dream all day and night
you might be pulled there too
perhaps even by flight
perhaps you are there
and smiling away
as we work and thrive
knowing only day.
Your night it lingers
and helps you to move
to the rhythm and beat
of the amazing summer heat.
Will you come
help us found our way
to your world?
Or must we survive
and thrive in knowing
that your world is in our minds
and each time
we close our eyes
we have a chance to join you.
But if we get lost
by trying too hard
we'll never get there
and we'll never get back here.