I'd love to hold happiness 
And then I'd wish for it to stay,
But just like water in my hands,
It always dwindles away.

I'd love to pick happiness 
Like many a beautiful flower.
Then I would put them in a vase,
If I could only have the power.

I'd love to bottle happiness 
And maybe save it for later.
Though my hopes are so big and many
That they could easily fill a crater.

I'd love to nurture happiness 
And take none of them for granted,
Then I'd accept all of the fruits
Of what had first been planted.