The Beauty

Beauty is a feelingOf the soothing breeze,Over the relaxed valley and placid forest;Where, all fauna and flora together metAnd they sprayed on us the nature’s grace. Beauty is a thoughtOf reverential mutual understanding;With much added mind’s discernment.That opens a vast vista for The Aesthetic ArtAnd this grants physical and mental well-being. Beauty is a loveFor whom, who lives for othersAnd only lasts, for them, to bestow that.He always insulates this bond as the divine gift,Thanking Lord, for which, created creatures. 

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