Poetry In Emotion [Completed]

Clean windows

I hope my windows are clean enough
That way, to the windows, I won't have to be rough
You see, my windows have to be clean for many reasons
Because, otherwise, how would I see the change of seasons?

How would I see what goes on in front of me?
How would I see the world change in front of me?
How would I see what can only be seen out of a window?
The leaves changing colors, and even the snow

This is a parable to what can be seen out of your eyes
I hope, that, you realize
Or a parable of what can be seen through your eye wear
Because who'd want to see the world as dirty with some weird smear?