beauty

What does the word called beauty mean?
Something that we all have seen.
Surely we have seen it so,
Watching as the world does grow.

Beauty has two kinds to see,
Inner and outer beauty.
Outer beauty hides ourself,
Placing pride upon a shelf.

The inner is what's rarely seen,
Blue lit light fades into green.
The inner side hides deep within,
Passed down to our docile kin.

What does beauty mean to me?
Outer, inner, what's the key?
I do suppose it helps to do,
What one thinks is right for you.

It can't be measured on any scale,
All our senses are too pale.
We cannot see an even plane,
Seporately we all must gain.

We all see beauty in different ways,
You see beauty, I see haze.
What counts the most, is that we see,
Something special we call beauty.