Her walk
A children’s play in the prairie
Just as her smile rhymes
With the petals that hug
The green stalks of grass
She is of fine physique
One that would baffle a curator
Her smile
A many a butterflies’ trek
Into the colors of bliss
Her face is radiant
With gleaming impressions of life
She strikes a nerve
She thumps hearts of the bewildered
And warms the troubled
She is simply
A smile that nourishes
