Not actually as happy as you'd think. I wrote this when I was going through a hard time.
Flowers of love blossom brightly,
Shine for a given period of time.
Some might be perfectly healthy,
Others are just deformed.
But all these flowers soon die.
Discoloring and wilting,
They soon become forgotten.
Crushed beneath the soles of our feet.
Some do return, flowering brightly again
The rest are just forgotten and
New flowers take their place.