It might just be the perfect day,
It could also be the worst.
But does it really, really matter?
Of happiness I constantly burst!
It comes from the warm cup of coffee
I got this morning from the shop
It comes from the song I heard on my way to school,
Which was simply just a bop!
It comes from the little girl who smiled at me
As she biked her way to class,
It comes from the spring flowers I saw
Springing up from the green grass.
It comes from the wonderful, wonderful feeling
Of acing a test I studied for in math,
It comes from running into an old friend in the hall,
When we crossed the same path.
It comes from knowing
That no matter what gets thrown at me today,
I'll find happiness, smiles, and beauty
In any possible way.