What Is Beauty? - Poem by Billy Loving
Beauty, what can it be?
Is it what I hear, what I see?
Is it a cat scratching a flea?
Buzzing of a bee?
Geese in the water?
A child laughing at what I taught her?
Is it the sunlight all around?
Or the face of a clown?
Is it blue, yellow, or black?
Or the colors of the sack?
Is it the symphony so divine?
Or the rainbow I can't define?
Is it the rain falling from the sky?
Or the flight of the bird as it passes by?
Or is the answer so simple to see?
It is whatever the senses want it to be
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