Monthly Archives: June 2021

I sat by the window pane 
And looked at the mountains 
Where it rained
And I closed my eyes to freeze the picture 
Unnoticed by all the people in the room

And I dreamed of walks 
Along old paths 
And trees growing all around us
 
I gave a cry of deep despair 
To think that I am in here
And not out there 
Walking paths I am sure are unknown

And in flower fields I’d run 
Having all the fun 
In rain and sun 
Instead of sitting by the window dreaming

Reality kicked me from behind 
Making me open my dream swept eyes 
To see the I was sitting by the window pane
Looking at the mountains where it rained

The wind pursued me gently and finally I had to stop to listen to its cry’s as it pushed my skirt to one side. It’s cry was filled with the song and calls of birds. The sweet smell of flowers drifted wearily around, like a boat man floating on the sea, exosted from rowing his boat. Most of the flowers dressed up in the brightest of colours, and all the trees swayed eagerly in the direction of the wind, listening to his lovely cry. The Bougainvilleas, Temple tree Flowers and the exora even got detached from their stem in their excitement to listen to the winds whistling tune. The winds song was well practiced. He had sung it over valleys and rivers, snow covered mountains and to swans on the calm lake. And over fields of poppy and lavender.