Earth.

Made of layers, like me.

The outside is hard, and tough.

But its inside is warm and softer then velvet.

Stand unflinching, showing not your power but your passion.

Be steady, listen and wait.

Vibrations of those who see the earth and I as fragile and worthless are proven wrong.

We don't see, we feel.

Feel each living, breathing creature move about. The ants, the trees, or perhaps the people.

Feel the soft hair, the rough hands and bare feet, the smooth almost unreal skin.

But never see the beauty.

Tell me,

Am I Beautiful?