What is Beautiful?
If I pick a flower out of a bouquet,
What does it signify? Why did I pick it if
there are others that are much more
beautiful than that I picked.
For who is vain, who would mix
something so pure with something else
to taint that purity? Who would sprinkle
a scent so pure that of a flower with
something so surreal and twisted
that of chemical inventions.

Why must the sun cover herself
every time she weeps? She hides herself
when tears fall from the heavens.
She hides behind the white covers.
Why must she beautify herself
for everyone to see when the rain ends?
For he who is vain shall only hitch a ride to sin.
Not all that is beautiful, that is vain,
are pure of heart.
Vanity removes the beauty found in purity.
Purity coexists with beauty.
Vanity kills that purity.
Purity of beauty, beauty within purity.
Pure is beauty. Beauty is pure.