i look out of my window
at the big oak tree
it's raining again
the leaves are damp
as the raindrops fall

i look out of my window
at the big oak tree
it's sunny and warm
insects crawl all over the leaves
as they take small bites

i look out of my window
at the big oak tree
it's windy and stormy
the leaves fly around the garden
as the branches shake

no one is there to look out of the window
at the big oak tree
because out there hangs the body
of the girl at the window
-g.d.