My Window

Birds sing

I hear their calls

Breezes heavy with scent pass

Distant rain and flowers flash

I create their forests

Tall pines sway

They hide meadows

Grasses rustle among flowers

Bees crisscross frantically

Quiet storms whisper in distance

But the Sun doesn’t yield here

The birds continue to tell

Their story of this place

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