Gazing through an open window,
Letting nature slip past through.
Allowing the wind to caress,
and the birds to sing.
See the blue sky,
above the gray roof,
for the tides have changed,
so have I.
The trees waver in motion,
like a dance to show beauty,
but the winds is swift,
and the leaves fly off.
I flow with that wind,
one with everyone else,
but the leaves life is short,
for without the tree
the wind is its maker.
LeeShin Community Member 
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