Navya

The Window

Got up this morning,

To follow the same old routine,

That never changes anymore,

But I stop and my breath hitched.

Through the window, I see...

A painting made in the sky,

Hues of brilliant vibrant colours.

Through the window, I see...

A painting in the water,

The ripples dancing across.

Through the window, I see...

The world from brand new eyes,

where strokes tell stories.

I sit and start painting,

Pouring my heart out,

To see,

A brand new world waiting for me.