Beauty

*Beauty*
Jourdain



Shall I paint thee the most beautiful picture,
the most beautiful picture your ears could ever see?
What then would it be?

Nature and God's green Earth?
The wonder of a child's birth?

Perhaps the buildings of man’s power?
A poem of each and every tower?

Would it be a scene so lovely
as two lovers embrace so securely?

Or would it be found in the depths of the lonely?
With pain and wounds so deep that scar thee?

The trees that stand tall?
The mortar in every wall?

Two whose hearts beat as one?
Or one whose life is all but done?

The blood and sweat of a hard day's work?
Or the blood and tears of a poor child's empty fork?

Which side of the coin shall I use,
to work as a simple muse?

Neither, for you see...
Beauty's different for you and me.

What is love?  What is hate?
These things are just too delicate.

There is but one picture I can lend
which is sure not to offend.

Look inside!
At the things you wish to hide!

Or the things you yell to the sky!
The things that make you laugh and cry.

The beauty of the whole world is found in you.
It’s the one thing that for all of us holds true.