Beauty

It is in the eye of the beholder
It makes us both strong and bolder

When it comes it brings change
And applies no matter who you estrange

Found in the tallest of trees
Or in the greatest feats performed with ease

It's in a humble passing glance
And in the most legendary romance

The careful scurrying of a mouse
To the grandest castle or house

In the oldest of couples
And in a playful child's scuffles

It's in the static called white noise
And in the cutest little girls and boys

Discovered in a meandering river
Or perhaps an involuntary shiver

We all know beauty for what it is
Yet we still care if its hers or his