In the silence of dawn, the windows awake,
Framing the world in a gentle embrace.
Light spills softly, a golden cascade,
Illuminating dreams in a gentle parade.

Through the pane, the world whispers and sighs,
A symphony played by the wandering skies.
Each reflection a story, a moment to keep,
Echoes of laughter, secrets that seep.

When twilight descends, a canvas is drawn,
With hues of the sunset, a curtain of dawn.
The windows hold mysteries of night and of day,
Guarding the starlight that dances and sways.

In every frame, a universe unfolds,
With tales of the past and futures untold.
The windows, our portals to realms near and far,
Holding our visions, a glimpse of who we are.