We Smile, Rise From Roots

I may take time to smile but keep it on, Nor know what life means, nor how it bears fruit, I know to smile from the red of young dawn. Sun there be or shade, reason or none, I greet all with childlike smile— ever cute, Once I take to smile ever keep it on, From grown ups do I learn grimace nor frown, From devil nor from his wicked flute, I start smiling right from early dawn. Those to me close, together grown, I dance with leaves, fruits and guarding brutes, Born I'm with smile and keep it on. Bless be the fertile soil and smiling sun, Blessed be Nature I rise from the root, I keep on learning dawn to dawn Until one day I wither, done and gone, Forgetting not the truth absolute: Take no time to smile and keep it on, Start smiling from your 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 |