See the people from the window
Through soft, summer leaves
Off brightly faded and discolored
Tall, blowing trees
That match the simple expressions
Of the faces passing by
In the window, can be seen
Every movement, step, every call
Voices form in one big picture
And yet it seems so small
And the window blows away
Each memory and then replaces it
But as time ensues and moves forward
The color of foliage will change
The moments resembling treasures
Seem quaint and oh so strange
Like the feeling of being only the viewer
Sitting in the window
