WINDOW UPSTAIRS

WINDOW UPSTAIRS

There is a lake that shimmers under the sun,

Shadows beneath tall, swaying trees that breathe.

Birds fly high in the sky, sunrise on a cool, Fall morning,

Beyond are hills of green that rest always in all seasons.

There is life that can not be seen as it carries on each day,

The wind visits at different moments, can be seen with what it touches.

There is a window upstairs where I watch all that comes into view,

The scenery changes each day, some things never go away.

Keith Garrett

 

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