He
looked
into
her brown eyes
and saw the good earth.
They were the color of the ground
after his Papa plowed land in the first days of spring
In them, he saw the trees, for they were the color of bark in the early morning sun
In them, he saw the sea, for they were the color of the water as it turned with sand and shells in the broken waves along the
mid day shore
He loved the plowed ground, walking through the cool dirt with bare feet; the bark of the trees, climbing the smooth branches,
shirtless in the heat of the day; the sea, floating naked in the gently rocking waters of the ev'ning tide; her brown eyes