Life is a funny thing,

Filled with genuine smiles, fake smiles, and everything in between.

Yet, what is behind a smile?

Is it the bubbling laughter of Summer,

Filled with sunbeams no one can muster?

Or, maybe, it is the harshness of Winter?

The white, pearly blankets of snow, covering insecurities, timidness, and something bitter.

Does it etch into the dark crevices of the soul,

revealing, protruding into areas where only God would know?

Does it carve a story yet to be told,

To the light-hearted young and the gnarled handed old?

Pearly whites can reveal many a thing, many a thing indeed.