When the color of me is rare and unique

What do you see when you look at me?

Matte like moss that blankets a tree

Speckles of brown you can see when you look at me

Iridescent pure gleam surrounded by a grey outlining

Luring you in so effortlessly, like mystic energies with magical abilities

Deriving from the center of my very existence

What do you see when you look at me?

Universal when mirrored with undying persistence

Flooded with an array of colors that redeem trance beauty

All of me, I am the size of a locket you keep in your pocket,

but my true essence is no less than a vast galaxy

What do you see when you look at me?

A path to a soul, even beyond-where all souls once came from

A space with no beginning nor end-a firework display when creation

had it's day; into awareness conscience was born

All of us, which are many-once were one

what do you see when you look at me?

I am an eye of green-some call me hazel willing and able

to change color like the seasons

A shift in mood is all you need for this to be seen

Energy is my season-frequency and vibration are the power

behind the reason-why I am a unique human being,

since I have the eye of green

BISCUIT 5.13.2021