Eeva

The Window

Stuck in a classroom for hours,

The window is a portal,

To a wonderful land, outside of a room,

It's a new breath of fresh air.

 

Stuck in work all day,

The tense air and the silence of no one,

The window is a portal,

With noises of birds and the rustling of leaves.

 

Stuck in yourself all day,

The window is a portal,

Out of your mind, the worrying thoughts,

With the peace and calming air.

 

Stuck between two things,

The window is a portal,

It shows you don't just have two options,

That there is grey between black and white.

 

The window is a portal,

Whether you're inside or you're out,

It's natural beauty, with trees and animals,

It's pretty sad when you have to go back.



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