May there be you.. May there be me…

May there be you, may there be me.. To let there be she, he, they or us..
Judge, define or know may not we.. By just our looks, our physicality, our mere faces..

Although, don’t get me wrong.. don’t mean to ignore beauty.. In any form.. be it a child’s first smile, or of that one breath eventually after those several resuscitative measures..

Or of the skin of the woman, which shows the presence of life.. but why conceals she??For they’ve been labeled ugly.. which reveal a bond don’t they, of a mother and child..for they’re not just stretch marks..

Or of children’s innocent hearts, or the feeble voice yet wise words of the elderly.. Animals, plants, rain, snow… of sunshine, or of the moonlit starry night.. every bit undoubtedly of what the nature owns..

A nurse’s warm touch, a cop’s willingness to sacrifice his life for our safety.. A…