In the eyes of beauty’s grace,
Lies a world so pure and bright,
Where every hue and every trace,
Reflects the soul’s eternal light.

The whispers of the morning dew,
Kiss the petals of the dawn,
In colors rich and ever new,
A canvas where dreams are drawn.

The gentle sway of willow trees,
Dance with the winds of fate,
In nature’s song, a symphony,
That words cannot translate.

For beauty’s grace is all around,
In every sight and sound,
It lifts us up from earthly ground,
To realms where love is found.