He had eyes that held the wonders of the world.
Green for the forests, in which he loved to lay.
The deeper you go, the darker it stays.
Green for the hanging gardens, his eyes hung me.
Babylonian treasures that caught me off my feet.
Brown for the pyramids, canyons, and statues of gold.
Like a god he walks and sits on his self-created throne.
Blue for the rivers, mountains, and lakes.
He'd travel the world by plane, boat, and fate.
Blue for the Victoria Falls, the smoke that thunders,
and just like my name, I dragged him under.