Gentle waves caressing the shore,
Soft calls from the birds.
The smell of salt overwhelming me,
As little fish explore the ocean floor.

So many different versions of
Beauty surround me.
Young children playing,
Colorful flowers,
 
The buzzing of an adventerous bee.
You see, 
There is more to this
Than meets the eye.

To some beauty is the appearance,
And to others it's the simple
Way a loved one says goodbye.
Beauty can come to you as

You become older,
As well as when you are young.
No one can judge you for your
Interpretation of beauty,

Because beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.