Beauty is seen
In the sunlight,The trees, the birds,
Corn growing and people working
Or dancing for their harvest.
Beauty is heard
In the night,
Wind sighing, rain falling,
Or a singer chanting
Anything in earnest.
Beauty is in yourself.
Good deeds, happy thoughts
That repeat themselves In your dreams,
In your work,
And even in your rest.
Poem By E-Yeh-Shure
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