If you turn hope on high, you’ll see everything you ever wanted.

When you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness, you might find a flower alone and colorful.

If you look underneath peace, you might hear the happiness.

At the edge of silver theres a sand beach transitioning to the next stage.

At the top of tomorrow waits the view into your future.

When you toss sadness to the wind, it returns as a storm in the sky.

The hiding place of rain shivers underneath the leaves on a tree.

The swirl of loneliness sounds like wind creeping through the forest.

At the center of boredom lies a feeling of emptiness.

The sadness of puppies feels like sleeping on a bed of nails.

The shape of the past fits inside a torn apart backpack.

The enemy of green hides between the differences between me and you.