A Forgotten Truth

As flowers die away
So truth hides its face.
It's replaced by happiness
By those who search for it in the wrong place.
But what is happiness?
Is it having more instead of less?
Is it looking for skin,
Instead of just enjoying the dress?
I must admit
And I must confess,
Most people miss
When they try to hit
The real meaning of happiness.

It's not found in the beauty of streams
Or in the height of trees.
It's found much higher above.
It's not found in the curves of women
Or in the arms of men.
It's found in love.