No, this is not my interpretation of the most beautiful thing ever written. This is your interpretation, your perception, your conception.
What is the most beautiful thing you have ever experienced?
Beauty surrounds, in sounds, beneath mounds, it abounds in Love, in the foregrounds of smiles, resounds in profiles. Beauty camps out with joy, with awesome wonder, emotion deploy, morning whisper.
What is beauty to you? Is it the rise of new day glow? Water bending in its flow? Din of cities turned down low? Heavy blankets in December snow? What is beautiful, I want to know. Ask me, and I will echo. Hearing your voice say hello, the emotion in waiting till tomorrow, saying goodbye to sorrow, moving from much too fast to wonderfully slow. They say Beauty is in the eyes of the perceiver. What do you see? Is it her?