Beauty

What is beauty?
Does appearance measure it?
Perhaps in some eyes, it withers with age or injury,
That is one way someone could interpret beauty.

Does someone's personality make them beautiful?
Perhaps a kind and caring person can be seen as beautiful,
If beauty can be gained or lost, then inevitably those who have suffered most have lost their charm.

But is beauty a characteristic only living thinks can have?
Is it a visual representation of what we define as perfection?
The vast landscape dotted with wildflowers, is that not considered beautiful?

Beauty has no one meaning. 
It is everything and nothing,
Mysterious and awe-inspiring,
For some, it is a path that they strive for,
For others, it is nothing more than a part of everyday life.

We all have our different versions of what we define as beauty,
Yet in a way, they are all tied together,
Sharing a common similarity,
Whether we realise it or not, beauty is a part of us.