My windowpane

Each morning I see it out of it,

The green grass growing gorgeously from beneath.

Lucky if I may be,

Would some day get to play in it.

Across my window,

I see my friend's window,

Only to be covered by curtains from morn to night or whenever I see,

And is that the reason why we have window's, I think of asking him.

It gives me rest ,

After a day without any rest,

It wakes me up,

By letting pass by sun's rays after each night.

And during the rain's,

I get to see the shower pour by,

And smell the fragrance of the sand,

Sitting next to my windowpane too lazy to get up out of my bed.