We Smile, Rise From Roots

I may take time to smile but keep it on, May know not what life means, how it bears fruit, I smile all day-- right from the red of dawn. Sun be or silhouette shade, reason or none, Greet all with smile, keep it forever cute, Once I take to smile ever keep it on, From grownups, learn grimace nor ever frown, From devils, nor his wicked tunes of flute, I start smiling right from the early dawn. Those to me close, together with me grown, I dance with leaves and fruits, music kept mute, Born I’m with smile and keep it on. Blessed be my fertile soil and smiling sun, Blessed be Nature that I rise from the root, I keep on learning dawn to dawn... Until one day I wither, to death done, Never forgetting truth mine, absolute: To take my time to smile, but keep it on, I start smiling from my babyhood’s dawn. ______________________________________________________ The speaker in this poem is a flower. It talks of its philosophy of life and that of its close companions— leaves, thorns, and fruits apart from sprightly butterflies. It opens the monologue as the bud says, I take my time to smile, but keep it on as I blossom into flower. The guarding brutes are thorns. Everyone’s common philosophy of life is: Rise from the root. ______________________________________________________ Villanelles | 09.10.08 |