The feeling that is happiness
Comes from an inner sun.
Its warmth conveys to us the sense
A struggle we have won.

Just like the sun we make the warmth
With our activities
That reach out to the limits of
Innate capacities,

To others and to Nature's God;
And all at the same time.
The warmth created then gives life
It's reason and its rhyme.

Attempts to gather things of life
We think make happiness,
Will fail because there's not enough
To fill the emptiness.

Say "reaching out..." becomes a score.
Then happiness will be
Just playing all the notes of it
In perfect harmony.

We 'play' ourselves but join as well
Together in our 'band'.
When there's just happiness perhaps
We'll see in it God's hand.