The Window Pane
Looking out the window at the sky
Watching silently as the world goes by
First it is day and then comes night
Shadows and silhouettes dancing in my sight
Look at the the lovely shades of blue
Bands of ribbons all in a hue
Such a delight to see the sight
The first coming signs of night
Look at the spruce tree standing there
Shooting it's branches in the air
Reaching up to the stars at night
Darkness will descend with no more light
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2006
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