Finding Beauty

'Tis the dawn,

upon which beauty hangs;

and to the mother calls,

betwixt her labor pangs.

Beauty 'tis the seasons,

rolling one to another;

and in the hands...

that reach out to help a brother.

An ode to beauty

can be seen among the stars;

and within the soldier,

as he licks his battle scars.

The dew drips beauty,

from emerald blades of grass;

And sparks in the reflected humility,

of a broken looking glass.

Beauty CAN be found in mercy.

Beauty CAN be found in pain.

Beauty IS found beneath our skin...

Within the human vein.