Beauty are the leaves in autumn dancing outside in the sun,
and the soul of mankind when not carrying the gun,
it's the simplicity of knowing you are gonna be ok,
and the love in friends' faces every single day.
Beauty are the stars slowly gathering around the moon,
and the warmth of summer tip-toeing through June,
it's the picking yourself up when there is simply nothing left,
and the huge appreciation of taking another special breath.
Beauty is never gone but only obscured from view,
even when hidden under large stones and there seems nothing left to do,
it demands us to see it, then to grasp it real tight,
and to remember the sky shining on that crystal clear night.