Today I looked through my window
Silent and absent-mindedly.
I saw the verdurous crowns of many trees
The multi-coloured roofs of many homes
And idle white clouds hanging lazily.
It all looks familiar I thought.
I saw it yesterday and the day before
So I thought.
But did I?
I blinked at the unsettling thought.
For I have never really looked
At the sylvan glade outside my window
Though I see it every day.
So then, I stood to stare;
At the deep, verdant green of the trees
All lusty and still in the smokeless air.
And yet, and yet, some are in flower!
A thousand red and yellow blossoms
On three trees just outside my window,
Glittering in the early bright sunlight.
At this profound beauty, I stared amazingly!
And smiled at its contentment and flourish.
A warm glow stole over my heavy heart
And the weight of the coming day
Was made lighter and easier at the sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem