The Sun in the cosmos itself doesn't know the omnipotence in its shine; the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The crimson colored rose itself doesn't know the mesmerizing odor it emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn't know its shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The boundless ocean itself doesn't know about its infinite size; the unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The opalescent butterfly itself doesn't know about its multicolored wings; the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air; the delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The vivacious reptile itself doesn't know about its hiss; the mystically slithering body it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn't know about its stone shell; the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The slime-coated oyster itself doesn't know about its wealth; the loose ferns agglutinated to its visage,
Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the rejuvenating salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The newly born infant itself doesn't know about its innocuous heart; the tiny legs that caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the frivolous smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don't admire it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be ignominiously condemned; beauty needs to be appreciated.
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