Beauty is subjective, what one considers as beauty may not be seen as beautiful to another, and that's why many believe beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. To me, beauty is innocence, the innocence in the eyes of a baby, mother nature, and people collectively. It's that blue iris, or maybe that dark pupil that's free from worries, and the green trees that waver their leaves effortlessly.
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My Aunty was a nurse, she was used to taking delivery at home. Sometimes we assist her during the labor process, after labor we usually hold the baby for some moments and I'm like here is beauty when the baby innocently cling unto my fingers, when I look into their innocent eyes and see how free they are. Maybe it's this innocence that makes every child beautiful, their free spirit with people, their nature that holds no grudge, and easy to trust. So I see beauty to be the pleasant features about something or someone. Nature is beauty, the winter, autumn, spring, sunshine, mountains, green plants, etc. Are what I describe as beauty. Everywhere we go they are right there, illuminating their beauty in the surroundings they occupy, their flamboyant petals that dance in the direction of the wind.
The cool breeze the trees blow, the flapping of their leaves, the butterflies with several colors rightly blended and resting on the pistil of flowers, the rainbow, the waves on the surface of waters, the fishes diving into the sea, are all examples of beauty- their pleasant features.
Sometimes I consider them to be beautiful because they are something I marvel at their existence, how an ova and egg fuse to produce such a thing as a baby with adorable eyes, how the sunrise and set leaving a blue ray on the cloud, the fishes how they swim, the rainbow how beautiful it flaunt its magnificent colors, and how the mountains grow to such height. Beauty for me lies in the wonders and admiration of life.