I write lots of depressing poems

I like to write what I feel

The way I word it is not always accurate

But the mood is always real

In this poem, I'd like to give happiness a chance

Maybe if I write it the feeling would last

So, Blue skies, white lies, and the birds that fly

The wind blows and the clouds whoosh past

Dandelion fuzz dances in the wind

Bees buzz from flower to flower

Morning light glints off of dewy grass

Little ants stomp through, making a path

I already feel a little more peaceful

My mother would say "you found your inner peace"

I guess I find my peace in peaceful places

So I'll just stay away from my baby niece