Through My Window
Through My Window
Through my window
I see spring flowers bloom
Summer’s blazing sun
Autumn's vivid plume.
I see white snows of winter
Watch all the seasons change
Wonder how this script was written
And who directs this wondrous stage.
There outside my window
The seasons go and come
Life and death are witnessed
Each does in turn succumb.
Somehow this play of life was written
Only outlines of a show
Scenes filled by our words and actions
Those to come will know.
What will the story be?
What act are they to follow?
The script not yet all written
Nor the ending of our show.
As I’m looking through my window
And the many years that passed
I can so enjoy the memories
That thankful I was cast.
Copyright © Sue K Green | Year Posted 2014
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