In the quiet glow of evening’s light,Brown eyes tell tales of distant lands,A world within their gentle gaze,Where silent dreams hold secret plans.Like autumn leaves in whispered dance,They hold the warmth of earth’s embrace,A tapestry of sunlit days,Woven with threads of time and space.Stories etched in hues so deep,Of laughter shared and tears once shed,In every glance, a universe,Where hopes and fears are softly spread.Oh, brown eyes, like ancient trees,Roots entwined in mysteries vast,Through them, we glimpse eternity,In moments fleeting, yet meant to last.