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. Copyright © 2022 Wayne Becker