Beauty

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
That’s true, and yet conceals a greater truth:
Beauty flies in blue skies, bigger and bolder
Than the flushes of charm and the flowers of youth

Beauty rings with the call of the wild and free
And whispers in the wood on a starlit nights
Beauty sings with the hope of the child in me
And shimmers on the lake with a silver light

Beauty throbs with the pulse of a music beat
And smiles with the stroke of an artist’s brush
Beauty moves to the mood of our dancing feet
And sighs with the swoon of a lover’s blush

Beauty may catch our eye, but that’s only a ploy
To make us pause, to see the harmonious whole
Beauty may lift us high, and that’s always a joy:
To perceive the patterns of heart in sync with soul