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.