Oh to be as beautiful as the day...

“What a beautiful day.” He says with a smile.

“The sun is so warm.”

But so is my heart, I think to myself.

"Your form looks good." He reassures a student.

A glance at my backside, "Hmm, what does he think of this form?"

A little color here, a little spice there.
"The flowers smell so good."

But what about my hair?

"Great shot." He exclaims on hole 9.

I smile with a deep sigh of peace.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder then what does he see?

I'm not as shiny as I used to be and certainly not as new.

"Oh to be as beautiful as the day."