Beauty...

Through the dark woods I traverse,
Not knowing the destination.
From the streaks of lights that I see,
I create a path by imagination.
From the rustling of leaves,
To the song of the flowing waters,
This is a new world altogether.
The colors so vibrant, yet so mild,
Spread all around in the wild.
Beauty is not a virtue exposed outside,
Its the inner self which makes things beautiful.
What lies within you, is seen by you,
Thanking god for what he made me,
Beauty is what to me, is to thee...


© Manish