Without shining stars, what is the beauty of sky?
In night, it is the sorrow of darkness.

Without giggling waves, what is the beauty of sea?
In evening, it is the sorrow of dying sun.

Without flowers, what is the beauty of lotus?
It is the sorrow of a barren women.

Without green leaves, what is the beauty of tree?
It is sorrow of a hopeless man.

Without broad mind, what is the beauty of man?
It is the sorrow of the world.

By God, man is the precious creature in the world.
But actually, he is the dirty and chouse creature in the world.

Therefore what is beauty?
It is nature.

Then, what is nature?
It is beauty.

Without nature there is no beauty.

Shery Vincent

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-that-is-nature/