My Window

A poem about the view from my window and nature's beauty.

I gaze from my window at the rolling clouds
Petulant winds ripple through the trees
The gentle willows bow gracefully,
Paying homage to the flowing streams of air
An eagle soars, gliding on the currents
A haze of dust rises, circling upward, then fades
An orange mist etched against the setting sun
A squirrel scurries down the branch of a mighty oak
Pauses, then darts back into its hole
Before my eyes, the beauty of nature unfolds
As I gaze from my window