Outside my window, I
Can see the wind blow, trees
Swaying to and fro.

The sun shines bright outside
Where birds take flight or
on branches alight.

The ocean is blue, a
Dark and deep hue, on
Which ships sail true.

The grass is green, the
Lawn looks serene, a
Place to convene.

My wife's hand I know, I
Will take as we go, to
The other side of the window.

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