We are just peasants floundering in the snow

What colour is the wind we do not know

Between rapture and ecstasy

Everything seems like summer to me

And everything seems like fall

It matters more than you will ever see

And it matters nothing at all

My god is beautiful, strong, and naked

I kneel at Her sculpted alter

And worship at Her renaissance feet

And when the music stops and the mirror shatters

She reminds me why beauty matters.

– Nausher Nash Banaji Duo