What is beauty?
That is a question often asked
It’s in the eye of the beholder
Others say, it’s one set thing,
But I agree with the former
It can be the shine of a gold ring
It can be the sound of a joyous voice as it sings
It’s a complex thing
Beauty has no boundaries nor lines
Beauty is endless
Not subject to Time’s fines
Beauty is a setting sun
Beauty is an evening run
Beauty is a night of work accomplished, set, done
Beauty is what I demand it be
What I wish it to be is what I see
And I so wish to see beauty
Then beauty is what shall set me free
And that, my fellow artist,
Is what beauty can be.
Beauty, my friend, is one hell of thing.
~ Cameron Wade