Symphony of a Smile

A smile begins like dawn illuminating the dark— not in a hurry,
but certain as the sun
touching the rim of the earth.

It is a small crescent moon
resting upon human skies,
a silver curve that turnsordinary nights
into something worth whispering about.

A smile is like rain in late summer—
soft on the dust of tired hearts,
coaxing hidden seeds of hope
to lift their green heads toward tomorrow.

It moves like a river in spring,
breaking winter’s stubborn grip,
carrying laughter like petals
down the winding valleys of our guarded days.

When you smile,
it is as though a window opens
in a long-closed room—light spills in,
and even the air learns how to dance.

A smile can be a bridge of wildflowers
across the canyon of silence;it says, "I see you",
the way mountains see the sky
without needing to speak.

It is a quiet rebellion against the weight of worry, like a single candle
standing fearless
in a cathedral of shadows.

Smiles gather like flocks of birds—
one lifts, then another—
until the whole horizon is alive with wings
beating joy into the wind.

Smiles are warm as fresh bread shared at a humble table,
familiar as a mother’s lullaby,
gentle as autumn sunlight resting on tired shoulders.

And sometimes, a smile is simply courage—
a fragile bloom
pushing through a cracked stone,
insisting on beauty.

So let it rise within you,
like spring after a long frost.
Let it travel outward like ripples,from a single stone cast
into the wide blue lake of the world.

For a smile does not end at the lips—
it walks into other hearts,
sets up small constellations there,
and leaves behind a sky brighter than before.

And when someone reads these lines,
may it feel like morning breeze-
through open fields
like being gently reminded that joy still lives here.