BEAUTY What is beauty, you may ask? But, who am I, to take the task. To say the words, of love so fare. To discribe the colors, of the air. And of wich beauty, should I speak? Of life, and love, and souls so deep? Or of sights, and sounds, and clouds so near? Of eagles soaring, over mountins dear. I've read the sights, I've seen the sounds. I've tasted the colors, felt mountins, fall down. And of all the thoughts, that I hold so dear. I feel a beauty, that I can see so clear. Beauty is never, just another, pice of art. Beauty is something, we all hold in our harts. And though this task, isn't quite through. Let us all think a bit, then I'll get back with you. new here,,this is the only place i could get it to stick thanks grrrduhbear for thumbnail