Beauty is the weaning movements of the young moon,
beauty is the dying embers of the burning sun,
beauty is the going back of the white-feathers clouds,
beauty is the farewell of the rain in the sky,
beauty is the fall of the yellow leaves,
beauty is the drooping of the flowers,
beauty is everything that smiles,
beauty lies in you and me too,
if we respect it,
if we care it,
if we love it,
if we are sympathetic towards its lost lustre.