Beauty looks like many colors;
Green of summer, white of snow;
Purple, yellow, red of flowers;
Lofty heights their splendors show.
Beauty sings in many voices;
Treble songs and basses low;
Glorious anthems forever raising;
Some familiar some unknown.
Beauty touches all our senses;
Fingers soft that bring delight;
Even things that seem mysterious
Fill us with sensations bright.
Beauty hides for many reasons;
Calling us to come explore;
Hoping that we’ll seek and chase her,
Knowing we will want her more.