The Beauty
Beauty is the morning light,
That dances soft on wings of white,
It whispers through the leaves that sway,
A quiet song at break of day.
It’s found in every fleeting glance,
In moments shared, in secret dance.
A fleeting breath, a quiet sigh,
A spark that lights the evening sky.
Beauty hides in faces worn,
In tales of love, in hearts reborn.
It blooms in smiles, both shy and wide,
In tears we’ve shed, in pain we’ve cried.
It is the soft and subtle grace,
That lingers in a warm embrace,
In every shadow, every light,
It holds us close, then takes to flight.
For beauty is not just in sight,
But in the soul’s eternal flight,
In every dream, in every heart,
It whispers: "You are a work of art.