Happiness is a Choice

The night fox has settled
Morning dews drift gently
From the leaves of refined
Dancing evening maidens
Glorious light from the east
Spreads like a wild fire
But comforts like a blanket
Seeds of hopes sprout
On the hills of the “Romantics”
Bask thou in untainted
Spring of blissfulness
Contentment’s a choice
Dark shadows of sadness
Cannot hold spirits of thou
Long as the ghost of truth
Resides in thou hearts and souls