Beyond the pane where dreams reside,
The morning sun begins to glide,
Casting warmth upon the sill,
Awakening the world so still.
Through windows wide, the sky unfolds,
Stories of life in colors bold,
Whispers of the breeze that pass,
A dance of shadows on the glass.
When evening falls, a gentle hue,
The stars emerge, a cosmic view,
Framing moments in the night,
Windows holding tales of light.
From dawn till dusk, they stand in grace,
Windows, portals to time and space,
A silent witness to the day,
Guiding dreams along their way.