Happiness poem

When you feel sad but you don't want to to

Try thinking of all the happy things in your life.

My sister wrote this poem age:8

Happiness

Happiness is purple.

It smells like home-made sugar cookies

baking in the oven.

It looks like a rainbow brightening up a

dark, gloomy afternoon.

It tastes like watermelon bubble gum.

It sounds like a baby cooing with a bright, little smile.

Happiness feels like sand going between my toes on a warm summer day.

Happiness.

I hope this poem got to your insides and gave them a hug.