Through the Window

       Through the Window
A Contemplative Poem in One Part

I look through the window as leaves swirl 'round
And wonder what happened to make them fall down.
I hear the wind howling but don't see a thing,
And still the leaves fly like I do when I swing.
I look through the window and think in my head,
"Too many questions....I'm going to bed!"
 Please do not judge me too harshly for this,
It just seems that sometimes ignorance is bliss.