Do you gaze upon a sunset?
Or marvel at a rainbow?
Look at a beautiful flower?
Or fall for a loved ones face?
Is there a reason they are beautiful?
Or is it just my own need to find such?
Is there beauty only because i find ugglyness?
Slimmy, mucky sludge splashed on the wall,
A tormented twisted old man,
Piles of trash littering the streets
As I gaze upon such things
Calling some beautiful, Others not so
I ask why is it that way?
What is beauty? What is ugly?
Is it not my own perception?
For me dung is sickening,
But to a fly it's heaven.
Then I realised there is only beauty,
But why you ask?
I only see the beauty in all things
For all comes from the goddess!