A face carved in stone by a cold, steady knife,
Trying to capture the essence of life.
To pull at the skin and to freeze every line,
As if a machine could be truly divine.
The lips are too perfect, the cheeks are too high,
A permanent smile that is living a lie.
For beauty that's bought is a beauty that's still,
A statue that's trapped by a surgeon's own will.
But look at the grace in a natural face,
Where time and the years leave a beautiful trace.
The crinkle of eyes when you laugh in the sun,
The story of battles you've fought and you've won.
A rose in the wild isn't symmetrical or neat,
But its flaws are the reason its scent is so sweet.
No needle can capture the glow from within,
The light of a soul underneath of the skin.
For plastic will fade and the fillers will shift,
But natural beauty is life's greatest gift.
Don't trade in your spirit for a porcelain mask,
For to be truly "you" is your only real task.