Beauty is a leafy tree
And the gentle breeze that moves it
It's the swelling of a saphire tide
As the graceful fish swim through it

Beauty is both common and rare
It goes right to the core
It lifts you up above the clouds
And leaves you wanting more

It's a gentle ray of sunshine
It's a smile that makes you weak
It's the pitter patter of raindrops
It's the words of love you speak

The most perfect beauty of all
Is raw and bare and bruised
It's the beauty when I close my eyes
And all I see is you.