I was once asked to describe beauty by a friend,

I thought for hours yet reached no end.

Until I thought of but one answer:

The sun shining over a peaceful lake.

The weaving body of a slithering snake.

A lone wolf howling at the moon.

The heat of the day when the clock ticks noon.

There my friend is an array of beauty.

A river winding through a valley.

The graffiti on the wall of an alley.

A strong tree growing tall and proud.

A free soul pushing against the crowd.

There my friend is an array of beauty.

“My friend, there is no definition of beauty.” I said.