As the wind blows so do the leaves.
As the wave crests and crashes to the shore.
It may go unnoticed for days,
But in the end you see the true beauty in it.

It may seem strange,
And it may seem weird,
But we all notice things like this
Even if its subtle at first.

All in all we admire the things
We hold near and dear.
May it be:
Sight
Sound
Touch
Taste
smell

It all comes right down to it,
The beauty in everything.

Tobias Gray

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-92/