FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW


 I gazed outside, at a bird on a limb,


 So many clouds, made my light very dim.


 The things I see, are not so new,


  From out of my window, a simple view.


  I stand here watching, as time goes by,


  I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.


  The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,


  Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.


  As day becomes night, and the night turns to day,


 Time does not stand still, but from out of my window,


  I see things my own way.


                                           Keith Garrett