The Window to the World

The Window to the World


The window to the world is just outside my door,
All I want to see becomes a part of us, and that is for sure.

Trees and homes and stars and all as such
Just the right amount - not too little nor too much.

It gives me a peace, but not one of unconcern,
For I am well aware of many tempers that deeply burn.

Yet there remains a certain joy of reasonable sorts
To know that others laugh and sing and done without retort -

Against sadness and dismal prospects it often seems,
That other's joy I share and with them, my soul gleams.

It's truly amazing how full life becomes unfurled
By sitting, standing and looking through
My window of the world.

Truemale