*This is just a poem that I wrote for my La/Ss class when I was in 7th grade. I think I got full credit on it. Now quite sure at the moment.* ; )

Happiness is sky blue.
It sounds peaceful like the summer breeze.
It tastes delicious like a cupcake.
It smells luscious like a cake baking in an oven.
Happiness feels soft like a cloud.