Upon my bedroom’s eastern side
I peek through the window far and wide
Gently a fresh-scented breeze
With deft and grace drifts over the trees,
Bringing spring right under my sill
From the flowering mimosa to the meadowlark’s bill
Branches wrought with dainty whites
And bright pink blossoms up to the heights
Reeds and grasses sway freely by
As insects flit and flick and fly;
Two-winged wonders small and big
Trilling tunes and dancing gigs
But far from the greens at this time,
What other fanciful creatures shine?
Day and night the sky above
Offers rays shimmering like a dove
Bouncing over the panel glass–
The work that mankind cannot surpass
From Dawn with all its spreading hues
No hand could create but a divine Muse
The golden chariot rides high and low,
But soon the shadows start lengthening slow
Dusk first mimicking the vibrance of Dawn
Then subsides to darkness with a graying yawn
But light remains with the crescent moon
Trickling rivulets in Clair de Lune
Through the window might I gaze
And wonder what lies beyond the haze
I strive and aspire to seek out more
But barriers await me as I try to explore
As I look to embark on an adventure
And pursue a new life that I treasure
The obstacles come not without but within
Fears and doubts of loss not win
Of failure before those who care
And others around I am aware
The world beyond the horizon is vast
Ought it be left to the future at last?
All from my window can I view
The lives, lights, and longing that filter through
