Beauty

Nature is beautiful, emotions are beautiful. The word beautiful can be used to describe many things, although it never quite describes it. I can tell you a girl I know is beautiful, but you still couldn't imagine how beautiful. Sometimes you see such beauty that you just fall silent, and stare. When the sun kisses the tree tops, or when it dives into the ocean, people stop and stare. Beauty is always appreciated, by everyone regardless of gender. Sometimes you just look at someone and there's that shine to their eyes, and you wonder what those eyes have seen. Horror, sorrow, happiness, eyes have seen it all. The worst, and the best. And that is what makes them beautiful. Eyes are proof, that sorrow creates beauty. Even death, results in beauty, the strong emotions that humans can feel are beautiful. Even crying, water trickling from glazed eyes, portraying nothing but true feelings. That is what is beautiful. Reality.