Beauty comes from within…
the satisfying response one finds in one's self,
the joyous reply one gets from others,
the personal awe one discovers in nature.
Beauty's scope is boundless…
the spontaneous performance making one infant squeal with joy,
the well crafted poem causing a society to weep,
the love that is shared.
Beauty can be kept but, it can never be owned,
because true beauty, though born, outlives its creators, becoming eternal.
Beauty…
the mover,
the moved,
the never ending search for its definition.