There are days that they are green,
And I know that she feels most alive reflecting the earth from which she is growing.
Some days they are blue.
When she has drifted into the sky and she threatens to become a cloud.
On the worst days they turn grey.
Then, we can only find our knees to pray that we can make it through this gentle storm.
Her eyes tell me everything I ever needed to know about the emotions that she will not show.