flower

Petals so frail.
Yet so sprightly.
In hues that can´t be defined.

It has no name. Nor a family.
It grows in the trails.
Quietly.

It awaits no approval.
Or appreciation.
No pride it feels.
Or expectation of recognition.

In the rain it bathes.
The air it breathes,
defines an existence of simplicity.

No expectations it holds.
It knows its fate.
After all, few days is all that it will manage.

smile

Five characters.
One word.

To express joy.
or relief.
To hide pain.
Cover embarrassment.
Millions of faces express it differently.
Showing their teeth.
Pursing their lips.
Not smiling with their lips,
but with their eyes.
Some of us need inspiration.
Or company.
We seek a reason
or cause.
But there are some
who smile not for themselves
but for others.
Who suffer in agony within
but smile to brighten the lives of those around.
I salute those selfless gifts of god.
Those who can smile through their tears.
And make the world around them smile.
Through thought, act or even gesture.

And when these inspirations become stars in the sky,
They still keep wanting us to smile.