Outside My Window

Well, I'd like to start publishing some of my original poems on my blog weekly. So what better time to start than now? So I guess this post is the beginning of a new tradition!

Outside my window, there is noise. In here, it is quiet.
Outside my window, no one has joys. In here, every breath rejoices.
Outside my window, the leaves have fallen. In here, the flowers are in
bloom.
Outside my window, people rush. In here, there is no sense of time.
Outside my window, people rush. They run from place to place,
never looking; never seeing; never believing.
Trees, perfected with age, ever growing, wither.
Wind, that blew their cares away, stands still.
Sunlight, cascading down around them, does not refill.
Children's laughter dies. The sweet smell of the air turns sour.
This is outside my window. But in here, it is quiet