Why are you always smiling?
Why not?
Why be sad if still breathing this free air?

Why are you happy?
Why not be?
This world is filled with many sad people.

I chose not to be.
My life has been pure joy to me.

Why?
Do others see gloom?
Similar to many complaints about the rain.

Eventually, gloom and storm fade.
And sadness will turn into a smile.

So this is why?
You always see me, with a smile.