Happiness?

On what flower do the petals called happiness grow?
Do they come from the bud of a tulip,
Or the orchids white glow?
Maybe they are born of the white dandelion that floats past my ear
And when I fail to grasp it, does happiness disappear?

No , its not flowers that keep the world a happy place
Because even through cold winters and dark nights
Conditions in which to live , a plant would have to fight.
I still see , the sun behind the mist of the clouds
And a mother smiling at her only child.
I still see, lovers hugging ‘cause they’ve found one another
Or a family sharing a meal , because their proud of each other
So tell me now that happiness comes from a rose…

And in response I’ll tell you
That it comes from who you love , and what you know
What you’ve seen and what you’ve heard.
From who you are , and who you were.
It come from where you’ve been and where your going.

Happiness is that grandfather clock that always seems like its slowing.
So that we can cherish the past , and make use of today.
Happiness was born in your memories
But in your memories it will not stay
For it travels the same path as you.