The look I saw it in your eyes, it's hard to describe.
The look was the morning sun rising, lightly warming the dew stained grass.
The look was the birds sitting on a branch tending to their young.
The look was the smell of rain after a terrible storm.
The look was the sunset as it transforms the sky to night.
The look was the critters at twilight soothing the background in music.
The look was the last thing I saw as I closed my eyes.
