In the splashes of colours and heap of clay
In the bowers of water, in the rays of day
The only thing you’re bound to see
Is the life and breathe of Beauty!
It wraps itself in the innocence of a child
And resides in the profound silence of the wilds
Smiling as the rain it never seizes to be
The ever so wonderous Beauty!
It lives in the wrinkles of an old face
In the bed of the ocean finding its solace
Shining as the sun, all merry
Dances forever, the soul of Beauty!