What is beauty to you?

Beauty is what in the eyes of man?
Is it beauty of people or beauty of land?
Is it fresh as the morning mountain air,
Blowing gently through your golden red hair?
Blowing back your dress as you face the breeze?
Or is it walking through meadows of flowers with ease?
Is it streams running silent through meadows of dew?
Or the love for “peace of mind”.
What is beauty to you?

Is it birds flying gracefully among the trees?
With their amazing songs echoing through the valley’s?
Or the innocence of snow feathering to the ground
When the cool freshness of winter is all around
Is it winters love, fresh as the air it brings
When you can hear the clearance of wedding bell rings?
Or the hush of the wind and the coolness of the night
Or the beauty and warmth of the morning sun light?

These are beautiful thoughts and I’m sure you’ll agree
There’s not many a more beautiful site you’ll see
But nothings more beautiful then for cripples to walk
Or the blind to see
Or the mute to talk
Or the deaf to hear the sweet sound of a kiss
O Lord, there’s nothing more beautiful then this