I found a truth today,
hiding in a pool of yellow sunlight,
where a red leaf curled
and in the tree above, a robin sang.
I found a truth today,
racing in the stream
with the yellow poplar leaves,
where lords and ladies unfurl their new green banners,
for beneath the rustling brown carpet
life is stirring.
I found a truth today
that explains the emptiness,
the mist that hangs on every bough,
in every longed-for sight and song.
Happiness is the two wings of a bird,
the hand that holds, the hand that is held,
it is the giving and the given,
the walking in step.
The truth I found—
happiness is not,
unless it is shared.
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