SKYLINE

Looking at the distance where the sun is raising, I found myself asking

What is happiness?

Is It of a bird's melody the sweetness when

 the sun is falling

Into peaceful darkness?

Or the awakining

of one's senses

To the love madness?

Or mayor be the colors of

enchanted garden,

painting the sorroundings

With their bright brightnes?

Perhaps from a baby in his craddle dreaming, whispers of contentment

In his motionless.

When the day is dying and,  

the night's beginning,

looking at the distance where 

the king star sets,

I found myself asking ¿what is happiness?