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.

  • Author: Eeva (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 12th, 2016 13:38
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 27

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