Beautiful Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

Starlets, suns, babies, and
Ms.Congeniality

we all seem to seek to be a beautiful thing
A lovely little girl in a meadow of fresh green grass
and a sun to light up her moment

This is a beautiful thing...
but what is THE most beautiful thing?
Is it a face of red, white, and a hint of black,
a person who seems to love unconditinally
a boy who gives young women the utmost respect?
Is he the most beautiful thing?
Is it the girl with the smile after a dark, burning fire?
Is she the most beautiful thing?
What is it you seek the most...we all say happiness
but is the happiest person the most beautiful thing....
Is it crawling inside a fighting man with humility
is it shouting loud in a crowd with an edge to his tone
the girl that is so beautiful, and she doesnt even know?
What is it you seek, and if you say beauty....
what person would you change into
and who would they really be?
maybe its anyone...........since we ALL have the power of changing