My window is a picture frame
Of nature moving,
Seasons pass
Winter
Spring,
Summer,
Autumn,
My view ever changing,
Beauty is in each
They hold a breath
The winds move by
Never felt
But known that change
Is a constant movement.
My morning view
Changing
Colours
Shades,
Always change
Each morning,
A picture is different
To the canvass,
Days,
Weeks,
Years,
Never the same is my
Painted frame to the world outside..