Upon thy lips, a Sumairii doth bloom,
A gentle curve that lights the shadowed day,
Dispelling gloom as dawn dispels the gloom,
A silent song in tender hues of play.
The eyes, they dance with mirth, a sparkling stream,
Reflecting joy in every fleeting glance,
A smile that weaves a bright and waking dream,
Where hearts entwined in quiet rapture dance.
No words need fall, for Sumairii speaks clear,
A language soft, of warmth and simple grace,
It bids the soul to rise, to persevere,
And find in life a kind and smiling face.
So let this Sumairii forever stay,
A beacon bright to guide us on our way.
