Through the Window
Through the window's silent frame,
A tree stands, unyielding, untamed,
Its branches speak of fortitude.
Its Leaves a notable attribute
Beyond the glass, it stands alone,
In solitude, its story told,
A sentinel of earth and sky,
Its roots are strong, keeping it alive
Inside the glass a man sits alone
Looking through the glass, passions unknown
Hair dark and long, seeking purpose profound,
In the tree’s quiet gaze, answers might be found.
Against the changing seasons' play,
We bare witness to the night and day,
Through the window's steadfast view,
The tree and I, our silent observation
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