© Maletsah Jones
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Every time I go outside, I enter a world of beauty.
The bees, the trees, the flowers, everything counts to me as beauty.
Beauty is not just saying how someone or something looks,
But it shows how Mother Nature has really worked to bring her living creatures alive. Beauty is the sun shining on my head.
Beauty is the trees giving me shade when it’s too hot.
Beauty is neither a man nor a woman,
But beauty is the living creatures around the world.