Through My Window
Light from the star
we call "The Sun" comes through
my window
Nourishing the plants on my
window sill
My wishes float out through the
same open window
Leaving me hope they will
form rich soil and take root
Unable to see the future
we must depend
on the pillars of hope we have
built
Another day here in the vast
metropolis
People move, cars move
the city is rocketing onward
Through my window
I see buildings where thousands
upon thousands of my fellow city
dwellers
Are eating, dreaming, hoping
as we all do
The metropolis will give us
answers
In due time
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2010
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