Is it true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
It lingers around our very being.
From the grace of a feline to the texture of love,
It is much, much more than simply feeling.

A gentle sunset blurring the sky,
The zephyrs tickling the ground.
The beauty of a ginkyo kissing the grass,
To the sincerity of lost moments found.

To mornings hazy fog,
To purple moors glittering over lakes.
From starlit skies to gentle falls,
To autumn colors your breath may take.

A childs first laugh,
Blue clear oceans,
Countless hours in a sensory book,
Moments filled wih emotion.

Even the hideous may appear different
If you take on a different sight.
The wretched knots and tangles in brush,
But instead the wonder of its plight.

The gray days in early dawn,
seem depressing and distant.
But instead look through the cold clouds,
and you see a more beautious different.

It must depend on how u look at it,
Or was it always in that harmonious mood?
You may find it beautiful and lush,
Others may find it ugly and crude.

At the thought of it, others may spit and yell,
You just don't get why.
You love it at first glance,
Others just look and sigh.

So it's true, beauty is different,
To each it reveals,
But one thing stands for sure,
It has very different appeals.