What is beauty?
But a six letter word.
But what does it mean,
To those by which it is heard?
I say it is an autumn breeze
Flowing through my hair
Taking in a whisper
Of fresh scented air.
I think of a soul
To old to be controlled
To be wrapped down in one place
But longing for someone to hold.
A carefree laugh
Lost in a summer's day
And something to watch on clouds
As it floats away.
What is beauty?
Well it depends on whom you ask
You have the freedom to choose
I say it's a simple task.