Happiness is found along the way,
Not at the end of the road.
So do not waste too much of your life
Waiting for fields to be mowed.
Do make each step on your own pathway
True to the person you are.
Let that grass tickle your toes with fun.
You'll find your smiles take you far.
Enjoy each route you find yourself on,
Look up and seek the heavens.
Remember, faith is the bread of life
With hope, the yeast that leavens.
Whether tough or tender, harsh or soft,
Caring or callous life's route,
As you stride on, remember to feel
Every blade under your boot.
The heather you crush will soon bounce back,
The wildflowers will still bloom -
Just as happiness is always there
So look for it; give it room.