They say that beauty is

In the eye of the beholder

And that what may seem ugly in our eyes

Maybe beautiful in the eyes of others

So who are we to judge?

Anyways some even spend their whole lives

Searching for it

That they forget it's everywhere

If only we learn to slow down once in a while

Then maybe we will see and know

Its true identity

Which varies from one person to another person

On how they give meaning to it

But if asked, how do I define it?

I'll smile and simply say that's easy

For it's the dew of the sea

May it's flourishing

Inspires us to become

Who we were meant to be

For that's what she did to me