Smiling Pot

I do not know how she does it she sees a rival but she smiles she fails a critical test but she smiles mud is thrown at her but she smiles Of what material is she made? why can’t the pot of smiles degenerate? Are all she meets in life things of wonder? is this a new perspective of life? Smiling even when one is offended smiling even when one is in sorrow never smiling when one has achieved probably makes the world foolish If the world were a smiling world the sad times would shade tears evil men would not have any trade angel of death would think new tricks But I do not know how she does it let’s revisit our natural resources natural resources of goodness deep inside we could probably have new creatures But let us all smile without stopping and turn world of sorrows into paradise