What is beauty?
Is it the tear from a mother's eye?
Or the smile of a child's laughter?
Is it the gentle swaying of the ocean's breeze?
Or the lukewarm pleasure of the sunshine's beating?
What is happiness?
Is it the twinkling of a little music box?
Or the singsong of a newly wed bird?
Is it the kiss of an older brother?
Or the joy of a grandma's pride?
Why not does the world see these things?
Why must they search for beauty... search for happiness,
When it lies on a neighbor's face.
Is love a picnic in the yard with your family?
Or a walk on the beach with your dad?
Is radiance a tangible thing?
Or the wink from a passerby?
Is beauty a word?
A feeling?
A thought?
When will the world finally see?
Oh when will they finally see?