It's like sunlight through mud after rain
He said
It's the color of drenched brown paint
He said
The darkest grace of autumn leaves
He said
Dangle from lids that strands guarded
It's the melted chocolate I found
He said
In bowls residing at a baker's address
The stain of henna left on palms
After a mere few hours
He said
Is what I recalled when your eyes met mine
Just a humble brown, the world chimes
But when I stare in depths to see
All of it is nature's history.
- Rati
