Some taste beauty in the salt of the seas
Others smell beauty in earth and trees
Some can see beauty glowing in the skies
Yet nobody can pinpoint where beauty lies
Is beauty the falling of snowflakes without a sound
Making a blanket of white on the ground?
Or autumn filled with red and gold leaves
Blown away with a whisper of breeze?
Is it the prismatic petals all of a different hue
Scattered in grass glistening with morning dew?
Or the sweet birdsong lasting hours upon hours
Sending shivers of delight through heavenly made flowers?
Who is to solve beauty this ancient mystery?
It is adhered to time, adhered to history
It surrounds each and every one of us
Each is unique yet beauteous.
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