FROM THE WINDOW

       Through the clear glass,

        I see a guava tree,

        Sometimes, squirrels in the grass

        Climb on to it in groups of three.

 

        Through the clear glass,

         I see birds flutter by

         I watch them pass,

         I watch them fly.

                 

          Through the clear glass,

          I see all of nature’s features,

           Its sky, hills and trees,

           And all of its creatures,

           Its bats and bumblebees!

 

            But alas, I’m in an online class,

            And must listen to my teacher.

            I better jerk my head from the window,

            Or else she will become a preacher