My definition.

Butterflies full of tinker dust passes our heads 
when the world sinks 
to the 
bottom 
with a thud that scares birds from trees 
and imagination that makes the sky pink. 


Reality is what makes those holes in the ground 
while hope gives us wind and a parachute.  
Courage is what holds your baby and fear 
is what ties your dog with a leash.  


Beliefs are what makes us stronger 
while it can also turn us into the Hulk, 
and love is when we feel that warmth the sun brings as it rises and vanishes everything else except your hand and mine.