Beauty...

Is everywhere if you know where to look

It hides waiting for someone to come along

To pick it out of the darkness, to bring it to light.

Finding the beauty within mankind

Overlooking the surface and diving deep

Ignoring the scars and finding the love

Hoping someone else will do the same

Finding beauty in little things,

will keep you satisfied

Realizing the blessing of rain, during a storm

Finding the flowers, in a bed of weeds

Spotting a ray of sunshine, amongst the clouds

Finding a drop of hope, in a sea of despair

The world may be imperfect,

But within it lies perfection

In the elements of the world

For the west, beauty lies, In the hands of the superficial

for a little girl in the east,

Beauty lies in a miracle waiting to happen

that little girl sitting in rubble, the aftermath of the war.

Her throat as dry as the Sahara

Nothing to quench her thirst.

Hiding from the monsters with guns,

Just praying, to have a savior sent her way.

Pondering upon the wicked world,

Thinking of the disasters that lie within.

Yet she sits and prays never losing hope,

That certainly some beauty, will find its way to her.

Then one day, finally, she feels it and it is here.

The beauty she had been awaiting,

The wet kiss of morning dew,

The tender touch of the refreshing mist,

The blessed drop of rain, her savior.

At that moment all was perfect,

Despite the rubble that surrounded her.

At that moment she had found the beauty,

Amongst the hatred of the time.

At that moment she found a drop of perfection, In a sea of imperfection.