Untitled -so far-

It is the way he moves, the way she dances.
It is the way they are, how the deer prances.
It is Nature and all it beholds,
The people and how they grow old.
The innocence of the young,
The image the frame holds, and how it is hung.
The laugh and the smile of the one you love,
The blueness and white of the sky and clouds above.
Thinking is It, and It is your mind;
For your mind is you, until the end of time.
No body the same, however comparable;
No one is to blame, mistakes are repairable.
It is the essence of these wise words,
Whether an individual, or part of a herd.
It is all around, just look up, and look down,
You will find it, you will see,
It is you and it is me.
It is Beauty, and Beauty it will be
As for Beauty, well, It can set you free.


Words and Structure by Chelsi Varney