There is happiness on the wind today

As I sit in a Georgia Ghetto,

12 Gauge by my side.

There is a happiness on the wind today,

It floats into my tent and gently caresses me.

I smile and accept Gods hug.

The breeze is fresh and light

It tells its tale to me

It speaks of a gift.

It feels like the gift will be something fluffy.

I don't know how long it will be before it comes,

Or what it will be,

But I look forward to its arrival.