The sound of Aethetics
The language of aesthetics
There is a language rarely spoken,
It's touch's so very rare.
The sweetest sound you've ever heard,
Comes from her timeless voice.
Her eloquence flows through words unspoken, Her patience knows no sound.
Her words can speak through forests deep,
Her name ignites the sunrise heat,
Starlight bathes in the dance she breathes,
As the symphony of nature sings.
Beauty was designed to be, the garments of humanity, inspiration yearns today to find,
The world where once she knew
The warmth of love, the meaning of care,
These powers once declared,
The sound that beauty speaks