Beauty is Many Things

Beauty is many things
It is the birth of a new child
Still slick with blood from the mother’s womb
Yet perfectly innocent, having known no trials.

It is the fresh spring rainfall,
Cleansing one’s soul
Dousing the plants and flowers
Creating anew the first life.

It is the opening of the cocoon
Revealing the delicate butterfly inside
Soon to flitter carelessly into the sky
A mosaic of colours against the clouds.

It is the first blanket of snow
That dazzles the ground with sequins
And crispens the air
A perfect silhouette of white

Beauty is all these things
Yet is still more
And less
It is in the eye of the beholder.