Brown Eyes
I’ll never want blue eyes
Of river and cold
Nor will I want yellow
Of fortune and gold
And green will never do for me
For it depicts so much jealousy unseen
No only the brown eyes will make my heart pulse
Of the dirt and mud things some will call gross
Because dirt it brings life
While rivers wash away
And we all no that fortune is not here to stay
Jealousy causes some horrendous things
Like war, and friends lost, family not to be seen
I much prefer dirt
Although not as pretty
Brings life to this earth
And knows not of pity.
