The woods so pretty,
The city traffic ruckus.
The faint smell of fresh flowers,
Some grit, some city dust.
The high rising waves,
As if wanting to make a conversation with the moon.
A traffic light jumped,
A green light turning red, a little too soon.
She loves it at both these places,
She’s lived it both- small and grand.
The woods, the city, the lights,
Some owned, some hired, some calculated, some unplanned.
Some phases swallowed her a bit,
And it was an effort to bounce back, but she did.
That thing though, that makes her survive and enjoy it all,
Is ‘SMILE’- a blessing plain and simple, NO WIT!