Look Into Mine

Look Into Mine. Your eyes hold the stars. The constellations. The galaxies. The universe. It holds all the planets. All the moons around the planets and the sun as well. It holds the swirly colors of space and the comets. It holds the asteroids and meteors that flies by. It holds the infinite beauty of space. It holds the ocean. The frothy waves. The depth. The marine life. The colorful coral reefs. It holds the golden, warm sand and the blinding shimmer of the sea when sunlight hits it. It holds the turquoise, clear water. It holds the sapphire, dark blue of the water as well. It holds the melted colors of the sunrises and sunsets. It holds the never-ending stretch of salty water. It holds the pine trees and the evergreens. It holds the dark soil of the woods. It holds the twigs. It holds the chirp of the morning birds and the hoot of the owls. It holds the howl of the wolves and the low growl of a bear. It holds orange leaves and snow-capped mountains. It holds the scent of the woods after a rain. It holds the rainbow. It holds the breeze of spring where new life pops out of. And it feels as if the whole universe is staring at me when you look into mine. -e.b.