poetry and beauty

Where the wind blows
Isn’t far from where the sun shines
It’s near the ocean’s end
They are all close to where stars are born
I look up in the sky
Watching the dance of the heavens
All of it swirled in blue black purples and gold
I get all esoteric about the beauty of nature
Only there do I see the perfection
Only then I understand
I am apart of all the good things worth being seen
Star sun moon ocean
The wind
Where the wind begins
It’s all part of me
—  Did it help
(A poem Captain Planet would like)
Beauty without kindness and bravery is just a pretty empty shell, my dear. And you can find plenty of those on the beach. People use them to decorate their rooms. So I hope you aspire to be so much more than just beautiful. I hope you aspire to be so much more than a pretty little thing that decorates the room you walk into.
—  Nikita Gill, Excerpt From Life Lessons From The Not So Wicked Witch To Dorothy”