Outside the window
the south wind goes slow,
caressing young leaves on trees.
Look at those sparkling fresh leaves!

They seem to wave hi
to a butterfly
fluttering freely around,
wings beating without a sound.

Little birds chirp bright
under the sunlight,
on top of the cars zooming
by-a symphonic humming.

On the opposite
a tall building sits,
with windows staring like eyes;
walls in cream and polished nice.

Enjoying the last sunset's fading glow,
I stood still, gazing out of my window.