A frame of glass, a world so vast,
Beyond the pane, the moments pass.
Through clear divides, life’s scenes unfold,
Each story told, both young and old.
The morning light, it softly gleams,
Through curtains drawn, it weaves its beams.
A silent whisper, dawn’s embrace,
Illuminates the sleeping space.
By day the scenes of life parade,
A bustling world in light displayed.
Each window bears a tale unique,
A silent witness, every creak.
As evening falls, the shadows play,
Through windows wide, the night holds sway.
Reflections dance in moonlight’s glow,
A silent world where dreams can grow.