Window Poem

Sitting on the wooden floor, resting my head on my knees, my gaze ventures out my window. I watch as the wind makes the grainy sea of grass dance, making ripples appear as the direction changes.

Like an island in the middle of the see, a single willow tree rests. As it sways back and forth, I notice something huddled underneath, small and round. I am barely able to see the rise and fall of the fawn’s chest, sleeping without a worry in the world. How I wish I could do the same.

As morning arrives, I watch the sunrise and cast a golden glow onto the already golden sea. My thoughts begin to slow and I leave my spot and return to the warmth of my bed.