true smiles
By look how pretty she is when she falls down... •
It's sunny outside,
One of those days where
the sun is shining down through tree leaves
leaving speckled patterns on the ground.
Where the breeze
is sifting through the boughs and is causing
the trees to sway gently.
And you're thinking
"What a beautiful day..."
And you smile, but suddenly you know
You're really not smiling.
You're crying. But you can't cry
oh, no, not on the outside.
That's illegal. It's against the grain
of wood that creates you.
So you sit there
in the shade of that tree
and watch as the sun's puzzle of darkness
and light dance across the grass as the wind
blows the solid objects astray.
And you watch.
Quietly.
And let the sun warm your cool skin.
Waiting for the warmth to reach you on
the inside so you can smile again.
And mean it when you do.