What Must Happiness be?

(Captured in my mother's garden): 
Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost

'Tis nothing but to see ants rise and fall,

Meet and talk and run amok,

To sit in the shade and watch a day

In the life of a roadside rock.

To hear the green beetles with the

Pretty red specks pulsate and say:

Watch if you will; there’s work to be done

Till the end of this nice long day.

To watch a strange bird look about

And wonder what it thinks,

Of the shallow rain and the little grains

And muddy puddles for drinks.

And eagerly welcome the wind as though

It has brought your mail,

For the mailman may or may not arrive

But the wind will never fail.

To see birth, death, the hunter and

Hunted, ceaselessly persist,

And wasps that feed off yellow leaves

That sunshine once had kissed.

'Tis nothing but at end of day to smell

Like rain soaked dirt,

'Tis what happiness must be, 'tis the

Fluttering in your heart.

Copyright Delilah Das