Beauty

What is it but that of one's soul Beauty in love of one's heart To breathe life freely Skies blue, birds flying Dark nights of the soul Travels of the mind Beauty, its tone of elegance Beating of heart's desires What be it there of us Except that to which aren't human It is only in depth Beauty's love, bitter sweet Trees bloom,land turns green Seasons come and go So does beauty of one's soul Circle of steps we find love We find tears in death Beauty we find in many forms Love the same even in hate But beauty is knowing good Even in face of diversity For beauty is you,us in many forms Beauty, it's what turns the world