Through the panes of glass, the world unfolds,
A tapestry of light and shadows cast,
Reflecting stories never fully told,
In every sunrise, memories amassed.

Seasons drift beyond the silent frame,
Whispers of the wind and rain’s soft plea,
Yet here we stand, unchanged, yet never same,
Witnessing time’s gentle alchemy.

In moonlit nights, the stars softly proclaim,
Their tales of distant realms and cosmic dance,
While windows hold our gaze, and softly name,
The dreams we cradle in a fleeting glance.

O windows, portals to the vast unknown,
You guard the secrets of our wandering eyes,
Through you, the heart’s true depths are gently shown,
And in your gaze, the spirit freely flies.