It rumbles.

Up over the hills

in violent grey

with fingers of light

and unbridled color.

It sings.

The song of spring

the call of rebirth

howling at moon

a plea for coupling.

It booms.

Waves of power

crashing ashore

gifts of treasures

traded for earth.

It roars.

Declares opposition

sleek muscles slide

under bright hide

claws sliding free.

It flows.

A river of russet

hues etched in stone

immortal, eternal

breathtaking scar.

It ripples.

At play with the light

on miniscule waves

as life teems below

in ancient vibrancy.

It is here, it is there

not in the eye of the beholder

but the eye that beholds.

Is many things

From simple to complex

It is what our eyes gaze upon

Catching interest

Lingering

Yearning for

Glancing

Following

Until we can see it no more

But what is beauty defined

Is difficult to say

For what is beautiful to you

May hold no value to me

Does that make it any less captivating for thy eyes?

Or are they still searching

Scanning

Hoping

To catch another fleeting glimpse?

Beauty ,

Is not how beautiful or perfect

A thing or person can be

It's nonetheless a flawed thing

It's when accepting a flaw

And seeing a flaw as perfection

And beautiful , is when a thing has beauty

Because what's so beautiful about a flawless person when we know for a fact there is no such thing

It is only photoshop, editing , and filters that can make a thing seem flawless. But what beauty is , is when you can accept that you are flawed, and know that flaws are beauty.

Perfect imperfection.

Something that captures the soul with a glance and speaks of mystery unknown to another.

The awe of the subject over the matter of most lovely complexity.

Neurotransmitters rushing all different ways to discern how to feel about this most delicate artform, to love or loath that which is more than most.

Beauty: a sense of wonder from things put together that, at any other time and place, would have seemed ordinary.

Beauty is in all of us... We just got to accept it.

Beauty is not the outside.

Who are you to judge looks and appearances?

Just because you are not "hot" and "sexy" doesn't mean the people who "hot" and "sexy" are.

Tell me your inner self.

Are you judge mental and rude?

Are you inconsiderate and selfish?

Cold-hearted and hostile?

Or are you up going and caring.

Brave and creative.

Delightful and dandy.

And plain on awesome!

If that's who you are than scream "YEAH!"

I bet most of you think or know your not when you really are.

You have to go outside and yell "I AM BEAUTIFUL!!!"

Every one is beautiful... Pass it on.