I won't tell you what beauty is,

Because I do not quite know myself.

I can tell you my own definition,

And I hope it serves you well.

Beauty is a smile,

With raindrops dripping down all around the place.

It is the sun near the ocean,

Burning brightly into your face.

Beauty sounds like the orchestras warming up,

And the lights flashing before a show.

It is the twirl of the bottom of your dress with laughter,

As you dance with a lover in the snow.

Beauty shows itself on road trips,

When a song becomes the soundtrack to your mind,

It is the breeze you feel from an open window with fresh, icy air,

When you have long forgotten about the essence of time.

I would really say beauty is when you look at yourself and smile,

You see greatness, you see love,

You see passion that has been there for quite the while.

Beauty is you,

Beauty is me.

And beauty is sometimes something hard to see.

Look for it in the leaves,

You will see it in the sky.

Feel it shining from your bones,

And do not spend too much time wondering why.