Your Beautiful Existence
At the sight of dawn, darkness scatters and at the delicate touch of the sun's beams, perched dew caves
Transfixed on earth's rhythmic cycle, you learn the word beauty at a young age
Haunting comparison begins, and the yearning leaves you outraged
Beauty is a product of bias. It traps you in a cage
Why do you engage
Why
Why do you obey
When called beautiful, you challenge what they say
You don't challenge the beauty of the sky's warm hues that start your day
The world's preeminent sculptor crafted this scene and noted it good but still felt dismay
Until He created mankind and proclaimed it was very good, made to reflect Him in every way
This divine creator breathed life in you and it's in your nature to represent this artist
You are a product of beauty with a beautiful purpose: to exist
The beauty war is won, there's no need to persist
How could you resist