If it’s beauty I seek, I must search with my heart,
When aware–, it erases my frown.
To the one who’s too busy to be nourished by art,
The word beauty becomes just a noun.
A renewing of mind lifts my energy high,
Natures gifts sets my Spirit to flight,
There’s a brilliance of colors,
Waves of fragrance and sound,
My whole being is filled with delight.