Winter white
A subtle shade just off truth
Dappled light beneath the wooded canopy
Birdsong drifting, singer unseen
A hillside moment
A drifting thought
The imperceptable smile
Private giggle
Carried skywards with the wind
To me, thats what happiness is.
Yet I hear it screamed loud and brash
Look at me...HAPPY...
A trophy of nouveau riche,
Symbol of status
Locked away
Never to be touched
For fear it may be stolen
From a reality that never was.