The Beauty Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Beauty

Some see it in the eye,
Being black, blue, brown.

Some see it in the waves,
Soft, smooth, on the lakes.

Some show the flowers,
Or point at the birds,
And others?

I, on the other hand,
Observe it everywhere,
Giving life, taking care,
Pruning, and murder,
Of harmful and excess!

I follow all the eyes,
Settle me in all minds,
Wearing or without shoes,
And fly with the wings,
Kite, plane, imagined!

Beauty is in God,
And his love,
With atheists,
Rejecting he exists.

Beauty is always,
In the eyes of owners,
And their moods,
And belief and culture.

Beauty is ether,
Obvious, visible,
Or hides in a tear.

Beauty is there but,
No one can define it,
No, no one, not ever,
Even when we all say:
"Look at that beauty."