In the quiet embrace of morning light,
Windows whisper tales of the night;
Stories etched on frosted glass,
Of dreams and echoes that slowly pass.
Through panes of clarity, we gaze afar,
Witnessing the dance of the morning star;
Lifeâs canvas painted in vibrant hues,
As shadows stretch under skies of blue.
Windows hold secrets of time’s gentle sweep,
Reflecting journeys both wide and deep;
Guardians of memories, both old and new,
Framing the world in a timeless view.
In the stillness, they stand with grace,
Windows, portals to another place;
Inviting the soul to wander free,
Between realms of reality and reverie.