Have you ever met someone whose mouth never stole their face
Whose eyes never became city park roads,
Lined by benches filled with grandparents and young children to bear witness
What would you say to them?
Would you question if they've ever been happy?
If they've never experienced the euphoric dance of city birds,
Or if they ever felt the stretch of a highway curve
Why do we look down on the crooks in our face?
On these impressions, these indentations, these "wrinkles"?
These laugh lines
Named after the sound we yearn to pull from the lungs of a child
Something that embodies all the joy and innocence that the world has to offer
Those "crinkles" created in the nest of a family of crows
The testimonies of every happy, sappy, or even bitter sweet moments that has filled the life of the beholder
Why do we discourage this fossilized witnesses
Repeatedly set by the curve of a rainbow overtaking the sky
Except this rainbow doesn't need to wait for rain
This rainbow can shine on days that are filled with light
It can stretch in the sky for however long it wants,
And even call upon the rain just so that it will shine even brighter
This rainbow is a smile that is so flexible it can reach one's eyes and shine brighter than the sun that has come to scare away the storm
