The window is a world of view,
a mind is too,
through piercing sun or solemn gloom there is colour born anew,
a mood of positive or negative, still hope remains true,
the spring is abloom with colours prismatic, air afresh with scents,
hope springs eternal in your mind, negativity gone through forgets,
summer blazes wildfire hot, sea scents wistfully play the air,
fun is to be had, as you bloom anew,
autumn comes vividly, somber colours announce impending gloom,
mood negatively paths, trepid you await the cold,
will there be colour, will my world be just the window i look through,
winter comes quick and cold, thoughts of a colourless life bring despair,
yet out of the window a bud still waits, through your window view,
colour is present despite the perceived doom, positivity awaits those who can view.