Sometimes,
What we seek for isn't always beauty and not quite what is sought for.
Beauty is the star that magnificently sits on the sky waiting for that girl or boy to behold.
It is the sound of music from the choir in theatre hall singing thank you lord.
Beauty is the beautiful boy on dreads who rides his bike with headphone and probably care less of anything.
It is the assembly of Christians at the field praying and chanting God's name.
Beauty is the street light that slowly fades away.
It is the bliss from the fresh breathing air.
Sometimes,
Beauty is the girl on grey shirt who sits on a sculpture to write this piece.
Beauty isn't sought for. Beauty is there.
© O.S.O Sage