Look through my window
At the gently falling rain
Running down my window pane
To leaves blown along the ground
Ones that were green now are brown
Look through my window
To the streets below
Waiting to fill with snow
To the woods beyond
A place so quiet, of which I’m fond
Look through my window
To the sea shore
With the beach, the waves and ocean’s roar
To the mountains afar
Climb the sky to touch a star
Look through my window
A world to see
– By Charles Day
