Through My Window
The sun rises to enlighten the day.
The bluebirds fly around so free,
Singing their songs of a better way.
If they can, why can’t we?
The sun sets on fields of morning glory’s,
Weeping willows and dogwood trees.
The moon rises to tell its story,
Then the stars release their light for all to see.
At night, can flowers still bloom?
Or can seasons still change?
Through my window, look in gloom,
At a world still so strange.
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