I was born with it These brown eyes My mother had it, so does her mother, and her mother's mother. I suppose. I like it the most when touched by the sun. It is lit, glowing like honey. Though most of the time it's just... brown. Like the wood, in the middle of the forest, like the one beside it, and then another. Not once though, I've never seen my own eyes glimmer. Maybe its hidden from me, for when once I see it, I'll be blinded. Stricken.