Window Sills

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by Genevieve_Stone

by Genevieve_Stone

I sit by my window sill and look at what I think is the sky,
With the sun and bright green grass!
And then he pull down the curtains and the sky turns to night.
And lets us know that it's time for bed.

But now that I am older I can't help but question,
Why does the window feel like the rest of the brick walls?
And if the sun and sky are right there,
Why can't we just go outside?!

Father why can't I open my window,
He sat me down and began to tell that there was no window.
My window sill was just a stool,
And that there was no sun or sky anymore!

That windows were not even needed any longer,
Because there was nothing to see anymore.

Written June 14th, 2018