There is a beauty in the color brown
Which brings to mind the muted light of caring.
Earth tones: roots, ground leafmeal, seeds, and soil;
Nuts and bark, broad rivers thick with toil;
Tree trunks in a clearing, nothing wearing,
Yet holding high their single woven crown.
For me brown brings to mind your caring eyes,
Innocent and gentle as a doe's.
Vested in your love, my own love grows;
Each thought, each hope, each breath within you lies.
By M. Dimitri Shostakovich.