Beauty & Truth

Remind me, oh comforts of the rising sun,
Is beauty a result of truth
or are they all as one?
Do we focus on the tangible so much
that we easily lose sight of truth?

A beauty seen now does not last long,
it withers and fades to dust on pages,
but truth seen in beauty lasts like a song,
melodies leaving traces throughout ages.

Jump from one time to the next,
truth remains a constant.
It's the world which decides what is beauty
that you should consign in.

It is when we value that of the earth
above that which is another world
for which we were made for,
do the comforts leave us,
like the beauty they are,
fading like dust into the floor.