In the silent gaze of morning light,
Windows awaken, casting dreams bright,
Fragments of stories etched on panes,
Through glass, the world gently refrains.

Shadows dance in the amber glow,
Whispering secrets only windows know,
A canvas painted by the sun’s embrace,
Reflecting moments time cannot erase.

Raindrops trace their fleeting art,
On windows that shield the beating heart,
A melody of nature’s gentle hand,
In the quiet, windows softly stand.

As night descends with stars alight,
Windows hold the echoes of the night,
A portal to dreams, vast and wide,
Where the soul and sky gently collide.