The Windows

Some are kind, some are sad.

Some are green, some are blue.

Some are gentle, some are angry.

Some are old, some are new.

Some see everything.

Some see no more.

Some have known only love,

Some, the horrors of war.

They are the first thing we notice.

They are what keeps us whole.

Our eyes are what make us, us—

The windows to our soul.