Happiness is like a flower.
It blooms slowly, like a growing little seed.
It becomes beautiful, like a fully grown rose.

Happiness differs from a flower, though.
For a flower wilts away if not taken care of.
But the happiness will remain, just small and hidden.

It will stay the same if you give it it's needs,
It will still love if you teach it.
It will think of you as kind if you care for it.

Happiness may be a flower after all.
If you play with it too much, it might die out.
Happiness is beautiful, yet fragile.
Just like a flower.