They said life was dead
It had withered away and the drops of despair were unending
Shoulders crooked and the headlights of eyes beaming into the gloomy ground just ahead of each step
Wandering passively, living on another planet
But life was not dead
The blood running through veins and heart pumping
No different than the sun rising and the trees swaying
Each in contact with its essential purpose and uniqueness
Skin protecting the body and allowing the senses
Fingers extending, curling, grasping and resting as needed
Mountains towering as guardians to the valleys below
Rivers swaying and swerving bringing life along its path
But what of a smile
A simple formation of lips and mouth reaching to the sky
Eyes softening and cheeks hugging themselves
And the heart opening, and emotions flowing
The purpose of a smile, no different than the ocean waves or the music of rustling leaves in the wind
To announce I am here and I am good when you are here
To delight in who I am because you see me, you feel me, you love me
Is not this Life? To be who I AM and to be loved for who I AM?
To feel loved by others which serves to finally
Be loved by myself, for who I AM