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..

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