THE WINDOW
There is a window beside my bed
I have to sit all day
Doing nothing
Because of a fracture in my right leg,
By falling from the staircase.
But I don't get bored,
Because of the window beside my bed.
Everyday I see the birds,
Flying and twittering in my garden.
The beautiful and colorful flowers
Blooming in the soft green grass,
The colorful butterflies
Roaming around the beautiful flowers,
And many more beautiful things.
I feel the warm,cool breeze,
That makes me feel very happy.
One day, on a beautiful Sunday,
I felt a more cooler wind,
I understood that winter is nearing
I became more happy.
I called my mother
Mommy please close the window , I am feeling cold.
But then ....
My mother sadly said to me,
Dear , there is no window
And there is no wind,
It is just a dream , you see everyday.
The smile drained from my face
and happiness vanished from my heart.
Once again, I saw my known dark world.
Every beautiful things vanished,
Again darkness settled in my eyes.
No more there is , The Window , The Garden
The Birds in the sky,
The beautiful flowers and the butterflies ,
And tears came down
From my visionless eyes ...
YOU ARE READING
The Window
Poetrya short poetry ... my sister's first try, please forgive the mistakes :-)
