Happiness looks like a bright summer day,
crazy yet colorful in a wierd kind of way.
All mixed together with laughter and fun,
all just because of that bright amazing sun.
So as the sun sets, and I go in my room,
I close my eyes and know that another bright
day will come again soon.

by Miranda Fenton

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wow- nice poem, written with great fluency! Good job!