Can you hear the whispering wind through the leaves
Cotton Candy clouds;a clear pristine blue
What is beautiful?
Leaves flutter in the wind like paper
Fragile;their sound a rustling
If you listen you can hear
Beauty makes a sound when the leaves blow;
Silent beauty in breathtaking views
What is beauty?
Where does she come from
Inside of everything; mirrored onto what we can see
Is beauty fragile, or strong
Is she the great white Queen Moon
Vast in the sky; glowing white
Earth, the Universe, above,in between
Queen Woman;strength of a tree
Her leaves fragile, notes of whispers
We are all one thing
Cerulean pools of cotton candy dreams
What is beauty when she is everything
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