as i look out the window
i see the sun rise
before my very eyes
i feel its warmth & power upon my face
as i look out the window
i see the rain fall
before my very eyes
i feel its cool calming effect on my soul
as i look out the window
i see the snow fall
before my very eyes
i feel that cold bitterness on my skin
as i look out the window
i see the trees sway
before my very eyes
i feel the love it offers surround me
as i look out the window
i relise that
weather be good, weather be bad
i'm alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So like the poem is a poem which is a poem and a poem contains a poem right? POEMSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS yas, I went ka-ta-zy but who craes