Who Decides?

Who decides what's beautiful and what's ugly?
And who or what gave this right to you?
The world is a beautiful mix and match
And for every good, there's a baddie too.

So for your pretty face and perfection
There is one that's scarred and not so nearly
And one that is even prettier and slender
One that shows your rightful place clearly!

What makes you wince at the serpent or slug
Or sloth or worm or diseased trunk?
Who says there is no beauty in these sights?
The light is the same, it is you who are drunk!

Doesn't the rotting oak shelter the birds and ants?
Doesn't the dying make way for life anew?
Doesn't the decaying feed the scavenger bird?
And, doesn't the disease create medicine new?

The balance is right, you need eyes to see,
In every sight or circumstance,
You either learn to accept or deny
The merry steps of life's lively prance.

The old must go, the new must thrive
The tide must rise to ebb, you see...
Imagine only perfection all around
And imagine the competition there'd be!

The globe, it runs on matters of the soul,
The fall and rise and rise and fall again
Is all part of a joyous, merry companionship
And the balance of bliss and that of pain.

There is no difference as I can see
The good and the bad and the ugly sight
Live and express in every situation too
But, do you awaken to the light?

The balance is there and you don't have a choice
You have to take one way or the other
Either change the way you look at people and things
Or corrode within and succumb to shudder.