Like the burst of colours when spring approaches;

Or the brown theme which overtakes autumn;

Or the innocence of white which covers winter;

Or maybe the bright and wild youth of summer.

Happiness can be found in any aspect of life,
It never dies, but remains locked in our hearts,
It takes a brave mind; a youthful spirit or a peaceful soul to encounter this feeling,
It can be transferred to different people just like words on a page.

As a child, it was the sight of freshly baked cookies,
Or the irreplaceable time shared with my family,
As a teenager, it was the sparkle in the eyes of your first love,
As a parent, it was the smile in the face of your newly born angel.

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This is the last poem i will be writing in "Classics of a vibrant heart "
Abby xx