hey, brown eyed people: I know you aren’t the readily described. No writer can match a gem to your hues, you’re seen as boring, uninteresting. But let me tell you. your eyes are fertile earth, the ploughed fields, rich and sustaining. Your eyes are rings of ancient trees, wise and profound. your eyes are swirling chocolate comfort on a cold day, radiating warmth, so soothing. Your eyes are nature at her most beautiful. Be proud of your peepers.