See this eye of mine?

Look close,

even closer...

This is a work of art,

something so magnificent,

no magnifier is needed to see,

the stunning sky within me.

No, that is not a reflection.

It is the sky contained,

inside a small orb.

Yes, those are clouds,

and those flecks are birds.

You may say,

"It is nothing special,

Just pigments in a muscle."

Then, tell me why,

this eye observes all,

just as her mother,

the sky above does.

Her mother is referred to as,

goregous, stunning, flawless,

and she is simply a part of her.

This eye right here,

is the same as her mother.