Swirls of ocean blue, or a cloudy desert brown
Sparks of emotion lie deep down,
Fields of green, or an abyss of black
It is magnificence like this the pyramids lack,
Sleek silk, or a rocky mountain,
Shaped by the creator himself in Eden,
Though skilled craftsmen try and outdo,
Upon failure they bid this challenge adieu.
A window to the soul of humanity,
Its landscape more diverse than botany,
We may wonder how to replicate,
But here, we walk into our own checkmate
Artificial works do not compare to such beauty,
For this masterpiece is beyond that of eternity,
This is true wonder – impossible to deny,
Such is the character of the iris of the eye.
