Beauty Isn't Everything.

There once was a girl who had a voice as lovely as the Gods',
But as hideous as Medusa.
Yet her song was joyous and cheery,
The people would stop to listen,
But they'd cover their eyes when she went by,
The birds would chirp along with her,
But turn their heads as she approached,
Flowers burst and bloom to her tunes,
But faced the other way,
The sun would shine around her,
But hide her in the shade,
And no man wanted to marry her,
Though her song was lovely,
And her cheer and love was wonderous,
Yet, she was ugly.
No one dare look toward her way,
Soon she felt depressed,
She wanted to find true love,
But no one could love her,
She cried and mourned,
Until the day a witch came to her,
And asked if she'd trade her voice for absolute beauty,
The girl pondered at this,
Surely if she were beautiful, she'd find love.
She agreed.
And so, when she returned to her village,
The people stared, bewildered.
Who was this heavenly girl?
And every man asked her to marry him.
And she fell in love.
But the people never stopped to listen,
And the birds never chirped as loudly,
And the flowers never bloomed as brightly,
And the sun never shone as brilliantly.
And soon the world grew dark and cold without her song.
And the birds moved away,
And the flowers died,
And the sun stopped glimmering.
The people starved and froze,
The weather was always gloomy.
Yet no one begged for the girl to get her serene voice back,
For they knew she'd be again ugly.
So the world suffered,
And the angels wept,
All because of Man's selfishness,
His yerning of perfection,
His blindness.
(Beauty isn't everything....)