Beauty is seen in the sunlight, The trees,the birds, Corn
growing and people working Or dancing for their harvest, Beauty
is heard In the night Wind sighing,rain falling Or a singer chanting, Anything in earnest, BEAUTY IS IN YOURSELF, GOOD DEEDS,HAPPY THOUGHTS, That repeat themselves In your dreams in your work, And even in your rest. I LIKE BEAUTY,HOW ABOUT YOUit is not
growing like a treein bulk,doth make Man better be,or standing long an oak,three hundred year,TO fall a log at last ,dry ,bald ,and sere,a lily of a day,is fairer far in may.