Window Poem

Darkness that fills the sky
Is what I see in my eye,
The sun that stays in the day,
Has rested from bright play.

Bushes flow from side to side
Letting the leftover leaves glide in pride,
More and more fly high as if a dandelion.

Emptiness is there in the dark night,
The beautiful birds don't even take flight,
They settle in for the precious night
Just like you and I might.

There is more beyond my window that you simply can't see with your eyes,
You can only handle with glee that you will feel free and simply be.