Through the window
I see the morning light
How it dances in the fronds
And makes everything so bright
Through the window
I see the glowing Sun
How it sucks up the dews
Gathered on grasses in the dawn
Through the window
I see the peaks melting
How water flows down the slopes
And makes for eyes a perfect setting
Through the window
I see the jumping birds
How they litter the azure sky
Like splotches on greeting cards
Through the window
I see the swaying branches
How they make the air fresh
And display flowers in bunches
I was happy to come across this poem. The window opens a vista of gorgeous scenes. I also invite you to read one of my poems ' I raise a toast to the rising sun.' Feel free to comment.
I have toiled a lot before I could spot this beautiful poem about the enchanting morning feel. Thanks. Deserves full marks.
nice writing good imagery many things are seen through the window
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful pen-picture! Loved reading.