To us, beauty is a lone smile in a crowd

    Beauty is a warm heart and a dead phone

To us, beauty is bandaids and healed scars

    Beauty is sharing stories

To us, beauty is seeing a sunset and

    Knowing others see it too

To us, beauty is vast greenery

    Beauty is blooming

To us, beauty is overcoming tragedy

    Beauty is stargazing

To us, beauty is the sound of rain

    The spectrum of color

To us, beauty is the dark and dreary day

    That is still filled with promise

To us, beauty is a face with no makeup

    Our heads on pillows

To us, beauty is the frantic scratching

    Of pen on paper

To us, beauty is embracing individuality

    Singing at the top of our lungs

To us, beauty is the herbs in our mother’s gardens

    The ink on our brother’s arms

To us, beauty is humming ballads

    And calloused hands

To us, beauty is bright eyes and ice-cream

    Marshmallows and campfires

To us, beauty is an action not an idea

    Beauty is natural

To us, beauty is being ourselves

    Never losing our morals

To us, beauty is courage

    Crushing society's standards

To us, beauty is the perfectly imperfect

    Beauty is knowing we know  nothing

To us, beauty is the pride we have for those who serve

    Our sisters and brothers

To us, beauty is New England

    Beauty in Gardens and Stadiums

To us, beauty is horses

    Galloping like music

To us, beauty is family

    Beauty is friends.

 

To us, beauty is awake.