Gazing out my window
I see the world outside
Both when it’s bathed in daylight,
And wrapped in lullaby.

I see her when it rains,
Even though it’s very dim
And I see her when she glows,
Pure smile free of sin.

I see him when he crumbles,
Great gaps in the ground
And I see him when he rises,
Above even the point of sound.

I see her when she’s about to burst,
Full of pent up ire
And I see her when she’s peaceful,
The calm putting out the fire.

I see him when he runs,
Throwing loyalty away
And I see him when he stays,
Enjoying each and every day.

I see her when she hurts herself,
And those who love her most
And then I see her heal,
Nurturing and pulling others close.

I see him when he destroys,
And kills what can’t be found again
And I also see him build,
Create life, love and friends.

I may not be all too old,
Or I may have lived a time
But I’m sure we’ve all been told,
This ever-lasting line.

For if the eyes are truly,
The windows to the soul
Then surely we would see,
The world as one sees it in the whole.