In the quiet moments of dawn’s gentle kiss, Lies a truth often missed, yet pure as bliss. For happiness is not a treasure to seek, But a gift bestowed, soft and meek.

Like morning dew on petals light, A fleeting touch, yet brilliant and bright. It’s in laughter shared and kind words spoken, In hearts that heal and bonds unbroken.

Not bound by gold or diamond’s gleam, Nor found in the chase of a distant dream. But in simple joys, in love’s sweet song, In knowing we belong, where we belong.

So cherish the present, unwrap each day, Let gratitude guide you, light your way. For in the tender moments, small and swift, You’ll find that happiness, indeed, is a gift.