the soil that helps the flowers to grow
the amber that colors the stone
the honeycombs feeding the bees
the wood in every nook and cranny
the silk of a young cub's fur
the rust of hope on a young boy's bike
beautiful things are brown.
the recognition that never reaches people. the recognition deserved.
the sunlight compliments them.
turning eyes to stars, glowing and beaming. the brightest of blues
could never surpass the gentle serenity in smooth, indescribable eyes. the ones you get lost in because they leave you at a loss for description.
brown eyes leave you breathless in an incomparable way.
