Brilliance of a Thousand Suns

They are the hue of the morning dawn waking to the melody of the hermit thrush,
The sky-blue, waving at the night to proclaim the first fleeting break of light and sparkling in each dew drop hidden in the grass,

They are the crispness of the first spring wind darting among the freshly-leaved oak giants,
The serenity of a gentle breeze ruffling golden-brown and yellow leaves that blanket the cooling earth on a peaceful autumn afternoon.

They are all these things.
Yes, the peaceful morning light, the joyous flirting of the spring wind and the tender autumn breeze.
But this they are as well; they are the mist and winter's cold release.

They are the solemn clouds shifting on a stormy day, weeping rivers on a lonely road,
The pebbles lying on the bed of a rushing creek, scraped and hardened by a constant flow of dirt and black debris, 

They are the wind that moves mountains at high seas,
The deep and hidden, breaking to be free.

Alas, cheer up! 
For though they may be the rain crying on a lonely window sill, or the pebbles dashing along with the flow of an unyielding rapid, or even the unrest of stormy winds,
Remember, they are so much more!

They spring with the power of a geyser, timely and awe inspiring,
Bold, yet delicate, they are the cool dew drops that hold with ease the brilliance of a thousand suns, and smile.

Yes, they are your eyes.. and they are beautiful :]