Windows

I looked thro my window and happened to see, The entire world passing round me; There were white picket fences, And people sitting on painted park benches. Children laughing and flying a kite, With tail a swirling in the sunlight; A white wooden trellis with buckets of roses; To scent the air and tickle pink noses. A bird perched in a tree chirping her song, Over a nest where her babies belong; Around the corner came a sweet gentle breeze, Tossing the tassels of yellow larch trees. And shadows that linger to paint the lawn, Touched fingers of light to tint the dawn; And all the while the hours fly by. Delighting my soul and painting my eye.