Beauties Beholder

What is the definition of Beauty
Beauty cannot be defined
It is simple
Yet so very elegant
It is life
Yet it is death

Beauty is the colourful paintings
The abstract art of one’s mind
The painful expressions
Laid out on the canvas
It is the swiftly moving paintbrush
The everlasting rush
The colours as they form shapes

Beauty is in the photographs
The crooked smiles
The tears flowing
The capture moment
Where time stood still
The emotions caught through the eyes

Beauty is in the landscapes
The ocean
The rolling hills
The snow as it falls
The spring as it blooms
The rain as it looms

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
We all hold beauty
In our hearts
And in our hands
We take the natural beauties for granted
Until with the blink of an eye they are taken from us.

Beauty is in the words written
The images as they come to life
In the pleasure we receive
The sounds that we hear
The things that we see
The people that help shape our lives

Everything is beautiful
In some small way
Everyone is beautiful
Unique in their own way
But life is never fully complete
Until we all realize
The beauty that lies within ourselves