my window

a poem written for a contest about nature

it is kind of difficult to
Describe what I see
Its 2.00 PM and I am looking out
My window.
The blinds are raised a little at
My bedroom window
The blinds are low enough that
It still shades the room
But high enough to see
The top of trees
It’s like watching a panoramic
TV
The screen is gone it falls
Out all the time
There are eight tall trees
I see from the middle to top
The breeze is not cold
But a warm of air
And the trees are dancing
The leaves shake and it sounds
Like ocean waves hitting
The beach
The sky is barely blue
Like if you got a cup
Of white paint and added
A couple drops of blue
Mix it and you get the faintest
Tint of blue
Thats the sky I see
with not a cloud around
as I put on my facial mask
and pretend I am at a spa
As I meditate to the sounds
And beauty
Of peace