And I could see the world in her eyes... The rich soils of the earth wraps round her pupils, just outside her view. The deep green trees of the forest, spring from that soil, and their roots burrow deep inside her earthy soul. You can feel it, when you look into her eyes. Their strength: She stands firm, and strong as any oak... Reaching out, with open arms to the sky. Their flexibility: her passions stir her to dance, in the winds and the rain.. Twirling, and blowing about. You can tell, by the way she watches the skies, that she longs to touch the clouds, and to soar among the stars. I can feel the world in her soul, and see it in her eyes... Can't you feel it? The wisdom of an aged soul, here more to teach than to learn? I can. And if you open up your mind, perhaps you can too...
Christian Rollins, Inspired by a photo of mine