It is in the vast sky above.
Beauty is in mother's eyes,
It is there all beauties arise.
Beauty is in potter's hands,
In the way mud he mends.
Beauty is the faith in dreams,
No matter impossible they seem.
Beauty is in friends' hands held together,
Unrelenting support in any weather.
Beauty is in child's innocence,
In father's lap, a child's confidence.
Beauty is everywhere all around,
In everything, often not crowned.
This is the true beauty, never can we see
But only feel, in our hearts, and in spirits free!