The Eyes of Summer and Autumn

A Boy. His eyes... No. His soul.

Looking into those glass windows 

I saw Summer 

Green and plush 

Trees that glowed green 

A sky of never ending blue

Not a cloud in sight 

Then, slowly, it all changed

The trees lit up sparks of orange and yellow

Colors of creativity and wonder

A sky of an amazing deep red

I could have stared for hours

But my attention shifted at his warm touch 

Looking down onto a smile that greeted me 

Smiling back I knew what I saw

And he knew too

I saw the soul of a warm, colorful man.