To me
Outside my window is like a movie
People come and go
Seeing new people each year
Life isn’t how it looks
But how it works
The window stays the same
But not the outside
Cold nor hot
Day to night
Spring to winter
And summer to fall
To catch the call
Mostly thinking about it
Makes me think
Maybe the window is a portal
To leave the past
And let life flow
Animals grow
Plants glows
Humans go
Life has control
Nothing stays the same
Expect for the window
You may be wondering,
How can a window tell a story?
Well, maybe who knows how long a window had been there
Because they can see many things
Before you were even born
As I say, life is a movie to me..
