Window to a World

I'm trying a new style, making images out of the poem of what the poem is about. This poem is about the eye(s), so the words make an eye.

The eyes,

A window to a world

Full of life and color, just like the wildest adventure

Scaling walls, gazing upon castles and tall mountains, with the eye

Such a tiny, little circle, with such a precious gift, for none can replace the gift of sight

Some are blue, green, or even brown, all are beautifully complex and universally unique

A painting of one's emotions, whether they are happy, sad, loving, or consoled

What a beautiful glimpse into another's, sometime hidden, soul

Oh, what can compare to eyes, the majestic pair

A window to a brave new world

As for their precious value

No one can know