Outside My Window As I Look I See

Outside My Window As I Look I See

Outside my window as I look I see

The early light ignite the leafy tree.

Although my room is unenlightened by

The rays upon the tree that light my eye

A little breeze that rustles every leaf

Sneaks through the tree as if it is a thief

To turn each over as though looking for

What it had lost only to find once more.

Now all is still, the little breeze is gone,

The sun amid the tree keeps shining on

Whilst not so far at all the chirps I hear

Alert me to some sparrow being near.

A pair of wings, a breeze, the interplay

Of night’s departure at the edge of day;

Whilst I have taken up in hand my pen

I note a moment between now and then.