Happiness is like a flower.
It blooms slowly, like a growing little seed.
It becomes beautiful, like a fully grown rose.
But it will become spoiled.

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.
And happiness can get corrupt.

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.
But care for it too much, It will be too big.

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