Looking Through the Window

Today I glanced through my window 

Silent and absentmindedly.

All looked dull and familiar

There, the verdurous crowns of many trees

Here, the multi-coloured roofs of many homes

And white idle clouds hanging lazily.

So it was yesterday and the day before

I have seen it all before.

But did I? I queried.

Blinking at the unsettling thought

For I have never really looked

At the sylvan glade outside my window

Though I see it every day.

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So then, I stood to stare;

At the deep, verdant green of the trees

All lusty and still in the smokeless air.

And yet, and yet, some are in flower!

A thousand red and yellow blossoms

On three trees just outside my window,

Glittering in the early bright sunlight.

At this profound beauty, I gazed and gazed!

In awe of their contentment and flourish.

A warm glow stole over my heavy heart

And the weight of the coming day

Was made lighter and easier at the sight.

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