Beauty how may I discern you more clearly? <br />In nature you abound <br />in delicate wings and petals <br />transporting me on the air <br />that displays you, oh so fair. <br /> <br />In faces of granite rock <br />with marbled streaks that flow <br />as softly as gentle creeks <br />and make me marvel at their show. <br /> <br />Beauty in such a simple form <br />with symmetry, or non at all, <br />those graceful lines delineate <br />that beauty which is innate. <br />In the colours of the sky <br />with formless clouds, lit and lithe, <br />beauty is displayed, and cannot hide. <br /> <br />The stars that sparkle in the night <br />a moon shining, silver bright, <br />all with beauty that delights. <br />Oh beauty where is found your perfect form <br />that in sun or rain or storm <br />is always giving, with uplifting grace? <br /> <br />Beauty where were you born, <br />and can you ever die? <br />That beauty which from earth to sky <br />and in the heavens passing by <br />lends a sense of awe and wonder, <br />to a weary eye. <br /> <br />Beauty, if you should ever go, <br />please take me with you, <br />do not leave me here alone. <br />Without you what would be this life, <br />but dark and ugly strife.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-do-not-go/
