Window Poem by Samuel Umana

Blind, motionless and never tired you stand
A look through your eyes shows how pleasant you could get
From the rising horizon to the setting sun you beauty remains fast

Through you one gets to see the world
Open up that we may pass by
As we look forward to return
No matter how many times you get passed through
You never get tired nor despise us

One could only wish that his never get stocked
By rust nor moist
May your swivel forever be greased
Let all the dust to us not draw near
If you permit us, we could have a glimpse of our home