Arden

A feeling unexpected bursting from the chest

A wonder at what happened, embracing the best

A terrible thirst quenched from a dry well

That's what joy is, a surprising mirthful spell

Now happiness, it's that long smolder smokin'

Something many pursue their lives s hopin'

It'a a warm soft rain to soak up the cold

Or a lustful hope that strains young out of old

A replenishing vigor to take all of life's chores

And churn them into a gooey pit of delicious smores

It is a glowing thing to be cultivated, a a secret garden

For nothing can sprout without determination in this Arden

so work it through the night with sweat pouring from the brow

A little groan and grit may deliver a smile in the here and now

And tomorrow a little green treasure may sprout with a booming shout

To reveal its secret, perservence is what happinesss is all about.