Father's beauty

it's about my late dad whos was a breathtakingly beautiful man

Through the rustling of the trees I’m searching for your sound
Through the clouds I’m looking for your face
Is the whisper of the wind your struggling voice?

The soft breeze replaces your touch
It’s the sun that shows me the warmth you once had
Is your smile the sunset?

The thick air is resting in my palm,
I close my fingers, asking for your hand
Is your light straight hair, the sand?

You were tall I remember
tickled the stars and made me laugh
Is the moon your chest?

The leaves and ocean threw paint into your eyes.
Rooftops helped design your chin
Is the light around me your skin?

You had an angel face, are you an angel now?
I wonder if that also makes me one.

Am I your heart?
Is the world..your beauty?