My Window

Buried in homework, I glance up at the window 

and though I'd normally resume my daily responsibilities, my eyes linger.

My eyes begin wandering to the clouds

and blue skies above me.

I watch the birds gracefully soaring

claiming the skies for themselves. 

I notice the squirrels,

chittering happily

as they scurry around without a care.

I see the trees,

bent over houses, protecting them

from the world around.

I know that nobody will ever fully understand this planet,

but each time look out my window

I feel one step closer to

figuring it out.

 

The End

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