Through the glass, the world unfolds,
A canvas painted with light and shadows.
Each pane, a portal to dreams untold,
Stories whispered in the evening’s glow.

Morning’s first light breaks the night,
Casting colors on the walls of our hearts.
Windows breathe, taking flight,
As hope and daybreak slowly start.

Secrets kept behind the glass,
Reflections of the days gone by.
Windows watch as moments pass,
A silent witness to every sigh.

In the twilight, when stars appear,
Windows frame the celestial dance.
Through them, we see both far and near,
A timeless view, an endless chance.