There are so many ways to paint beauty that its description defies all reasoning. For instance, a woman’s beauty can be described a thousand ways depending on who is telling the story. The same goes for a landscape or a portrait. The metaphors are endless. It is both subjective and objective. It is almost a crime when we humans focus on the ugliness of hate and evil, even though there is so much to be thankful for in all the beauty that surrounds us. Knowing that this poem has no end.