The Window

The Light Version

Window! Window! Framing sky!

All the clouds I see by eye!

What formations can I see?

Clear as crystal, just to me.

All the shapes inside the skies,

That's where through the great plane flies.

All the joys of passengers,

The sky so full of rainbow blurs.

Sunset now is slow to come,

I can hear all the engines thrum,

All the clouds are turning pinkish,

The sky full of many a wish.

The wind picks up, the sun dies,

Slowly out come all the flies.

Now the moon comes, I can see,

Clear as crystal just to me.

All the things that I can see,

All apparent, just to me

Because of this one small window,

I will never miss a rainbow.

Window! Window! Framing sky!

All the clouds I see by eye!

What formations can I see?

Clear as crystal, just to me.