Happiness is freedom,

freedom like wind

most sublime

ascending the path of life

reverberating inside souls

encircling in an abyss of exuberance.

The glee of chasing birds

hugging the cliffs

spreading fragrance of daisies

writing love songs of nightingales

a delight to breathe in the love of twilight

languidly basking in the array of colours.

 The jubilation I seek to dance