On a morning walk,
I look around,
The poinsettia,
So brightly attired,
Seems to beckon,
Drawing near,
My eyes rivet,
The blooms at the center,
Silently, they say,
Love and kisses,
Passerby dear,
Love smiles,
through countless lips,
Why be grim,
When you can smile,
Brighten up some lives,
Just free your smile!
