True Happiness Poem by EMMA Funnell

As I sit by my window,
And look over the hills.
It brings a smile to my face,
As I know this is how happiness feels.
My eyes brighten up,
As a bird flies into the trees.
I walk out of the front door,
And feel the coolness of the breeze.
Joy flows through my veins,
As I stare up at the sky.
The sound of the birds is like music to my ears,
And the laughter of children passing by.
As the sun sets down upon the hills,
The sky becomes a beautiful shade of red.
The scenery turns even more beautiful,
Thoughts drastically leave my head.
I can’t believe I’m really here,
Knowing that this place is real.
I go back in and sit once again by the window,
Not taking my eyes off the hill.