My eyes see this planet
as a wondrous, awe-inspiring sphere
filled with colors and delights.
Amazed and excited,
my eyes long for sights never imagined
and to see people so very unlike me.
These eyes value differences in beliefs,
shades of all colors, and various
thoughts, ideas, and feelings.
I have no eyes for hatred and mistrust
nor evil for the sake of evil;
of others who hate eyes varied from their own.
My eyes may be old but they see~
they see with the freshness of a newborn
eager to know, eager to learn, eager to understand.
I only wish that other eyes~
eyes like and unlike mine
could see the beauty that my eyes see.
Written for those who lost their lives because of those who cannot see.