WINDOW

Looking out the window sometimes I see the same painted picture yet there are days that the picture is different.  a change in color and shape I focus my eyes out the window thinking the pane may need cleaning or maybe it is just my soul that needs a good cleansing.

Looking out this window like I always do the seasons have changed allowing the leaves and flowers to bloom the grass is a deeper shade of green and I want to run my bare feet through its blades for the feeling makes me feel truly free.

Looking out this window the house has changed and at last, becoming a  place of a rising home yet still day to day the scenery does have to change and be rearranged to make room for other doors and windows to open and close yet the smell, the touch, the smell are different but the same allowing us to know the window panes by their true names.

Windows allow us to see farther than the outside but allow us to see inside of our hearts and minds even sometimes deep inside another soul watching the picture show being told