An incoherent jumble.

It's hard to not be happy when you're everywhere.

If I see you in the sunrise, how can I be sad?
If every flake of snow that falls is you, how can I be sad?
In the way light and leaves mingle, like ice and water in a glass?
If the trees and wind makes whispers, mistaken for your laugh?

In rhyme and cadence, feet padding down the hall, times when tears and laughter really do coincide, heartbreak, hugging just a little too long. Happiness is battle hard won.