Out My Window

When my work is almost done, I love watching the setting sun… And the sky changing its costume, From the window of my room. Colours like yellow, orange or red, I find them in the sky, evenly spread. I watch the sun moving towards the west, After the day’s work, as if wanting some rest. Out of my window, there I see a public park; It’s a meeting place for all, till it gets dark. With their beloveds, some come to it rushing, Trying not to be noticed, they appear blushing. In it, I find many a flowering plant; Me, with their flowers, they enchant. Full with colours, shapes, and scents, A stunning kaleidoscope it presents. In it, I find birds of different crests, Drawing swiftly towards their nests. And their noise to everyone connotes, A grand symphony of musical notes.