Green Eyes
2016-02-10
I have seen eyes of many colors,Black, the most common,
Brown, honest and reliable,
Blue, innocent and unsettling,
Even artificial red, eerie and cunning.
But green, I searched and searched, no single word can sum it up.
A shade less than emerald,
without the sparkles,
Unlike the pond, where lies the ensnaring aquatic plants and deep secrets.
What is it, really?
It’s the early tender leaves braving the latest howling winter wind,
the herald of life, the color breaking the gloom.
It’s the rich grass that grows on a prairie,
together with white and yellow daisies,
all things sprightly and breezy.
It’s the pure and tranquil heart,
that once had thrills and sorrows,
has seen the ugliness and beauty of life,
yet remains true to itself.
But the color of the eyes does not matter after all,
What matters is the kindness and compassion behind the eyes,
not what they see,
but what they speak.
(Original work by the author Helen; first published on China Daily blog at 10:45am, Feb. 10th, 2016)
About Author: Helen, currently a freelance translator in Shanghai. Loves reading and writing and everything related to languages. If you would like to forward or share this blog, please contact the author at helenriver1414@sina.com
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