Beauty is of roses,
A sunset across yonder fields,
The willow watching its reflection a pool;
Butterflies dancing in meadows of gold,
Sunlight falling on leaves after rain;
Gentle streams flowing over untouched sands;
Beauty is fresh, warm, and bright,
Soft and everlasting;
Beauty is of the things that beckon our sight and
Warms our hearts, and beauty is of you.
Duration = approximately 1:40
Compositions by Scott Fields Davis