Smiles
I have traveled the earth / for miles and miles
and found things little worth / warm friendly smiles.
Over strange foreign lands / by great lakes and deep seas
always are welcoming hands / with kind smiles to please.
It's the language of the universe / be you brown, black or white
and translates in rhyming verse / in bright day and dark night.
For a smile is sweetly made / of understanding so kind
seeking congenial trade / and can be seen by the blind.
It's an offering of friendship / and most pleasing to own
for both strangers and kinship / and to grow must be sown.
In the heart it begins/ and can vanquish a fear
with wide happy grins / stretching from ear to ear.
And if all the vast world / were offered to me
not all its' glittering gold / is more precious to see.
Copyright © Michael Nibert | Year Posted 2016
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