I wind up lost in contemplations Of satisfaction

In the calm of the early morning,

At the point when the world is still sleeping,

I wind up lost in contemplations

Of satisfaction, sweet and profound.

No requirement for excellent motions

Or then again material abundance to give me pleasure,

For happiness exists in my heart

An inclination that nothing can obliterate.

It's the straightforward joys throughout everyday life

That present to me the most harmony,

A stroll in nature's excellence

Or on the other hand a youngster's giggling never to stop.

It's the glow of the sun all over

What's more, the moving of the trees,

The melody of the birds overhead

What's more, the delicate murmur of the honey bees.

Happiness is a condition

That can't be traded,

It's a sensation of internal harmony

That leaves me feeling great.

So I'll value these minutes

Of straightforward as can be bliss,

What's more, clutch the inclination

Of happiness in minutes like this.