Your loving eye by which my heart is touched
As my eye meets yours on a red bus
Gives my morning happiness so rich
The sun caresses with a mother’s fuss
As I walk, the land seems full of grace.
The waitress shows me kindness with intent
I watch the cultural mixtures and embrace
The crowds of strangers and the feelings sent
The sun so low makes patterns on the ground
Dazzles both my eyes and inner mind
A single pigeon walks but makes no sound
I wish the sparrows well but see no kind
Happiness comes best from small events
If our eyes are open and our sense.
How my heart sings 