Through My Window

Through my glass window came the early roseate light,

That casts a gentle shade of the pane on my checkered floor;

Then I looked through the window - glass,

Adjacent to my wooden door.

I saw my beautiful garden in front of me lie,

Adorned with the golden light before my eye.

I saw the buzzing bees around the white blossomed flowers,

Beneath the towering mango tree, its sweet bower.

The cuckoos caroled its springtime song,

Relishing on the fruits of the fig tree, while warbling all the day long;

The squirrels come prancing all about the green lawn

Making the most of dawn.

I hear the adorable cheeping of the tiny sparrows in their cozy nest,

While they are having a merry worm-feast ;

Beside the gravel path, I can see

The leafbirds whistling on the banyan tree.

And the thrushes perched on the wires high,

With their soft, brown quills they gently fly.

Then I glanced at the coconut tree,

Pecking its slender trunk was the red-crested woodpecker flying free;

The parakeets try to break its green fruit with its strong bill,

Hiding them were the long, green leaves- great and still.

I watched quietly many more things through my window,

The beauty of nature I saw with awe;

The croaking of frogs, buzzing of bees

And the song of the birds without a flaw.