As I Look At the World

As I look at the world outside my window I see the rush of traffic slowly slither by While the tattered man on the corner cries. As some wispy white clouds crawl across the sky I see the rush of traffic slowly slither by, And some benevolent black birds fly out of view As some wispy white clouds crawl across the sky. A million green leaves wave in a tender breeze And some benevolent black birds fly out of view. While the tattered man on the corner cries A million green leaves wave in a tender breeze, As I look at the world outside my window.