Happiness

• Eden Sharabi, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

The feeling of warmth as the golden sun fills me contently. The sky painted orange and scarlet. The fluffy clouds moving, migrating like the pure white swans on the reflecting lake. The feeling of flying. The cool wind of the sea caressing me in the smell of salt. It soothes me and reminds me of the long summer days at the beach in the turquoise waves, they carried me far to where the colouful reefs in the ocean blue met the westly winds of the mountain on shore. T tall trees and the short emerald ferns, glissen in the limited light of the glorious forest. It feels like paradise, its tranquility and noises of the distant neighbours makes me feel cheerful and adventurous. Creeping and crawling through the undergrowth like a deer wildly running from medow to medow they will never catch me. These are the feeliong i call happiness