A Whisper of Beauty

In the quiet of the morning light,

Where shadows dance and fade from sight,

Beauty hums, a gentle tune,

In the blush of dawn, beneath the moon.

It lingers in a flower’s bloom,

In the soft caress of nature’s plume,

In the glisten of a dewdrop’s grace,

In every smile, in every face.

Beauty speaks in hushed refrains,

In the golden fields, in summer rains,

In the autumn leaves that softly fall,

In the silence of the night’s vast call.

It’s in the eyes that catch the sun,

In every laugh, in every run,

In the stories etched in lines of age,

In the turning of life’s every page.

Beauty’s not in what we see,

But in the heart, wild and free,

In the love we give, the love we find,

In the whispers of the soul, entwined.

So look beyond what meets the eye,

For beauty’s where the spirits fly,

In the unseen, the soft, the true,

In every breath, it lives in you.