Written by: Sarala Ramakrishna

I like to see the sun.
I like to see the grass.
I like to see a face,
A smilling face is all I ask.

But....
At times the sun may go,
At times the grass may dry,
And at times the face you see
Is all awry with many thoughts.

It is then...
That you must light your little light,
You must tend the grass gone dry,
And brighten all those faces with
A smile that you can give so free!