The eyesight

In a realm where colors blend and glow,

Where wonders of the world ever show,

Lies the precious gift to behold,

Eyes, the windows to the soul they unfold.

With glistening orbs, they bring the light,

Guiding us through the darkest night,

Through the maze of life, they navigate,

Revealing truths, both small and great.

With vision sharp, they capture the view,

Unveiling the world, both old and new,

From vibrant sunsets with hues untold,

To dewdrops sparkling, like stories unfold.

They witness the harmony of nature's dance,

The sway of trees, the whispering chance,

Through forests dense or oceans wide,

Eyes drink the beauty, no words can hide.

They gaze upon the faces we admire,

A mother's smile, a lover's fire,

With depth and warmth, they hold the gaze,

Conveying love in countless ways.

Eyes tell stories, untold and profound,

Endless fables, their depths astound,

They blink and sparkle, revealing the soul,

Reflecting emotions, beyond control.

But let's not forget those beyond compare,

Whose world's obscured, in darkness they bear,

With courage and resilience, they strive,

To see through eyes, not with sight, but thrive.

So cherish the gift bestowed upon thee,

The treasure of eyesight, ever so free,

For through these windows, the world comes alive,

And the joys and pains, we truly survive.