"I have smiled all my life!" In papers of grief, I have kept a smile second to myself. Because, it always made things easier. When joy greeted, I answered a smile back. A smile, that spoke a thousand stories. I fulfilled mysteries with smiles in my pocket. Smiling a hopeful smile was my knack. Even in frustrations, I frowned smiles. As a smile could light my entire day. I smiled with regrets, tears, stumbles and twinkles. I've smiled remembering the past; feeling the present and picturing the future.
'Life is a river.' It soars diverse trails . There are countless pebbles we've never realized. In the long gush day by day do we behold the breeze, that we should have felt a long time ago. By gliding gladsome days; day by day, we reap wisdom that it's a blessing to be alive. Cold waves whack, bestowing wounds. Yet sunshine lends a hope to stand day by day!
Breathing and etching raw blee, I greet gorgeous glee. Standing and slaying blue winds, I fight foul binds. Floating and hailing brisk flicks, I bloom promising iris. Walk light and dark, Wield cold and gold, Aye' "I am a season."