My eyes glance at the beauty world,
through the window day and lull nights.
Mine window is a canvas mirror,
reflecting every minutes changing sight.
Early morning olds laughs in garden,
a little late is corner busy with ants running.
By evening is the garden filled with children's joy,
at the road end reverts same tired returning.
Stray birds of summer rest by the window,
chirping melodic tunes and then fly high.
Remembers my eyes the yellow leaves of autumn,
having no lively song falling with a sigh.
Rise the dusty air and creatures joy,
as black cloud rush to dance with grace.
Quench my hearty thirst of this rain shower,
at the every drop that rest on my face.
I lay, I wait by my window side,
now so it has become part of my life.
Like morning dew rest by flower side,
like bees buzzing around their bee-hive.
