Looking Through The Window Poem by John Agandin

Today I looked through my window
Silent and absent-mindedly.
I saw the verdurous crowns of many trees
The multi-coloured roofs of many homes
And idle white clouds hanging lazily.
It all looks familiar I thought.
I saw it yesterday and the day before
So I thought.
But did I?


I blinked at the unsettling thought.
For I have never really looked
At the sylvan glade outside my window
Though I see it every day.
So then, I stood to stare;
At the deep, verdant green of the trees
All lusty and still in the smokeless air.
And yet, and yet, some are in flower!
A thousand red and yellow blossoms
On three trees just outside my window,
Glittering in the early bright sunlight.
At this profound beauty, I stared amazingly!
And smiled at its contentment and flourish.
A warm glow stole over my heavy heart
And the weight of the coming day
Was made lighter and easier at the sight.