Fear can be seen as a whole of things,
As spikes, death, or even yellow lantern rings.
But when those things disappear from ones ear,
Then they finally hear.
The bells, the music, the laughter galore,
For they can then only wish for more.
To see ones face and see joy in there eyes,
Without a single drop of demise.
For this single drop, oh just one
Can lead to a ton.
Causing tears, hate, and pain for all,
Wanting the end, leading to there fall.
For one cure can be found,
A simple gift for not being down.
The only present that is free,
Can be shared with he, she, we, and with me.
For a smile does this!
Making no one feel down,
Showing all teeth, with not a glimpse of brown.
For a smile does this!
Being contagious with joy,
As giving life a reason to fully enjoy.
