Beauty is within the eyes of the beholder. 

I behold. 

Have I lost sight. 

Where did it go?

 

Animals never see it. 

My daughter doesn't know. 

 

Where is beauty built?

On a mountain. 

In a tree. 

Inside yourself. 

In untouched snow. 

 

Beauty is unreal. 

Honestly where does it begin?

Will it ever end. 

Is it a feeling?

A sight. 

A smell. 

 

It's an illusion. 

To take what we want. 

When we look farther,

Beyond our kin. 

What's desired in beauty?

Perfection.