My Clear Window

The world outside my window I view with one eye open while laying on my pillow Birds are chirping and singing their songs perched upon their tree of choice they know where they belong I smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen it triggers my senses now I am driven driven to start a new day looking out of the window alone with my thoughts I feel happy and content as I write this document I do not feel alone I am blessed to rediscover myself while others struggle to find themselves doing work, I have not had time for I want to stay home to achieve more I sit and watch a storm roll in rain, thunder and lightning what better time to write and do my rhyming the thunder crashes, so loud it is the wind is howling I light the woodfire so cosy, this is bliss no human contact is hard for some locked away, they feel glum depression sets in, I see them struggle I feel helpless, I know they're in trouble what can I do, I cannot be there I send flowers, to show I care to receive a message of gratitude brings so much joy to put a smile on another face is what I enjoy going to the shop seeing people in masks there all are wondering how long this will last hand sanitizing taken to another level, we should have already been washing to be sterile shops sold out of food and toiletries in all different countries people hitting the panic button without listening to what is happening these panicked people there is no rationing back to my home in peace, I sit living in absolute bliss ringing loved ones, so they are not alone talking on facetime so, your face is shown there are many ways to make contact phone a friend, write a message, write a letter you can do all this while in your cosy sweater as the storm passes, the sun come out, the clouds disperse I see blue sky, we are past the worst the land warms up, in the late afternoon sitting on the deck with a wine oh, my life is divine the animals come out to play warming their bodies in the sun's ray sniffing the fresh smells from after the storm is what our animals do it is their norm becoming self-sufficient growing my food vegetables galore out in my veggie patch floor plant as seeds, watching them grow from week to week, sprouting leaves, with excitement I do shriek weeks go by leaves turn to food pick them to eat, and some can be stewed a hearty slow cook with your homegrown veggies keeps money in your pocket saves your penny's what I see outside my COVID window is not that bad as you have read I am not in limbo I am blessed to work and fulfil my passion for writing, when you don't have a hobby it can be frightening left alone with your thoughts can destroy a person I know this to be certain in this time of solitude lookout for those in despair the homeless, the elderly even strangers, don't forget your neighbours we all need to be collaborators I look out my window and see the ignorance of some all the challenging work we implement becomes undone what will it take for people to learn sadly, it is death only then will they yearn at that point, there is no return appreciate time on your own for the greater good do the right thing and you won't be misunderstood soon we will be together again like chooks in a pen count your blessings appreciate life keep looking out your window start a new life become someone's hero