Through the glass, the morning whispers,
A gentle dance of light and grace,
In golden hues, the day delivers,
A promise of warmth in its embrace.
As midday sun ascends the sky,
The world outside in vibrant hues,
Windows frame the canvas high,
Alive with life and endless views.
Evening shadows softly creep,
Painting dreams in twilight’s glow,
Past the pane, the world asleep,
In quiet tones the night will flow.
Yet through each frame, the soul can see,
The stories told, the life unspoken,
Windows hold the mystery,
Of worlds beyond, and hearts unbroken.