The surface smiles like morning dew,
Soft and bright, a sky so blue.
It shows the world a peaceful face,
A quiet charm, a steady grace.
But underneath, where eyes don’t see,
Lives depth, like roots beneath a tree.
It holds the thoughts we never say,
The dreams that never drift away.
Surface walks with open hands,
It moves where light and shadow dance.
Depth stays still, it feels the weight
Of every joy and small mistake.
Together they are whole and true,
The seen, the felt, the old, the new.
Like ocean waves and seas below,
They speak in ways we slowly know.
So when you meet a smile so wide,
Remember what it may not hide,
For hearts are made of quiet things,
Of surface light and deeper wings.
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