One window is all I need,
To see the sun or the pouring rain.
To view the good or the very bad,
All through the same windowpane.
I have to choose what I will see,
Ominous clouds, or the silver lining,
The rain can be helping plants and trees,
Or it could be the sky is crying.
Each morning I wake up,
I stare out the window,
To see the sun, the rain,
Cruel old frost or a pretty ice show.