What really is beauty
But the deep hues and coloration of a painted wonder
Or the pallet of words mashed upon paper outlining a clever thought
Is it the shape of a beautiful face
Or the rich crimson horizon of a summer sunset
The color and scent of the autumn leaves and rusting wind
Or the millions of speckled rainbow cast down parallel to a cascading waterfall
A waterfall sending tendrils of cool life giving blood rolling down the directed stone'
Or is it the power of mand top build societies
Or life's creation of man himself
Lush jungles long forgotten mysteries