I stand and watch everything from out of the windowpane. I see trees, streets, cars peoples feet but where am I here watching everything from the windowpane. When its sunny im happy but I wish I was out there enjoying the sun for good fun when its raining im sad because of all this water ruining playtime so Im mad. Big toys little girls and boys at least will occupy me until I leave this house and continue to watch it all from the windowpane.
This originated from a child crying when his parent leaves for work or to even sit out alone for a brief second but other things made me turn this poem around.