The Transition Between the Seasons

Her eyes 

They aren't quite green 

but they aren't quite brown. 

They look like a forest, 

when all the green is about to turn brown. 

Her eyes aren't quite fall 

but they aren't quite the barren winter trees 

or 

the liveliness of spring. 

Her eyes are like the transition between the seasons. 

They're like forests in the summers 

& barren trees in the winter. 

Her eyes are like the perfect mixture of both. 

She says she doesn't like them, 

I think they're the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. 

Her eyes are like her soul, 

Sweet, innocent, & kind. 

Too trusting, loves everything and every one no matter what.  

She is my sunshine girl.