Smile

How I was born - with a smile! In my pocket - pieces of hope, with the rainbow I always want to talk to you, and in the puddles I keep looking at the sky. . The sea I know is not up to your knees, and I'm still trying to swim. From bad and good I get equal, and against the gray in the day I rebel. . With a full hand I give to a friend and with street dogs I speak. My letters carry a sunny wind and for the moon I have a home open. . I am, I do not want to change ourselves, our own smile. Anyone "seeing" will notice us and amazed will realize that we are real.