Beauty Is 'Everywhere'
"Beauty is everywhere" we say Yet define it, we cannot. Byron idolizes the woman Wordsworth, nature English teachers read poems "Words are beautiful!" they say Historians admire crumbling caves and rooms While we hang paintings on the wall We look outside. Out the window; of ourselves "The World may be harsh, but it's beautiful" We say. Then look in the mirror At the figure standing there Suddenly, beauty disappears! And ugliness remains. "Appreciate beauty", we say Then are we a flaw, an exception? Saying, "Beauty dwells not within me" And yet, we claim, "Beauty is everywhere"