Something I wrote in College [edited after having my baby girl]:
The air is fresh and the sky is full of stars. The kind of stars you find when looking into the eyes of a newborn. The brightest, purest and most innocent spheres found on Earth. A mere sparkle from these eyes hold all the treasures hidden underneath the surface of this world. Brown, innocent and almond shaped these eyes look at you with hope; free of worries or sorrows. A jewel like no other...you can't help but you look back with happiness, and hope that for the rest of her days, the light in the sky will be as bright.