You can see the shape of branches
Cut into the lines worn on faces
You can see the color of leaves
Bloom in the shades worn on skin
~
You can see the naked limbs of a tree
If you look at the winter winds blowing
Through the depths held in eyes
You can see the light of a spring leaf
If you look at the warmth glowing
In the shine of a smile
~
You can see what they call pretty
With just a fleeting glimpse
You can see what this world calls ugly
With just a passing glance
~
But, if you're looking to see
Real beauty
You'll have to look below
The surface
To see the roots
That formed the tree
About the Creator
The Invisible Writer
Nothing is more beautiful than love
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