Beauty is the red sun protruding through the darkness of the night
Beauty is the water mirroring the sun early morning glow
Beauty is the morning glory blooming to let the sun’s face touch its purple petals
Beauty is the sound of the bees’ monotone conversations
Beauty is the bird that wants to share its morning tale in melody
Beauty is the warmth of the sun blanketing over my skin
Beauty is the butterflies’ wings splashed with bright yellows and aqua blues
Beauty is the dewdrop on the grass as it slowly creeps down to kiss the dirt
Beauty is the crystalline thread made from the venomous eight-legged creature
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