窗外

Outside the frame,
lies the bird of paradise,
resting on the branch,
a day of fighting it has been,
a life of flight it has gone through...

Swaying with the wind the tree is,
merging seamlessly with it,
weathered through the days of life,
a lifetime of loneliness it has been.

Ants crawling up the wrinkled face,
hearing the voice of the old one with every sway it made,
yet disinterested they seem,
alls but for a day's work,
what comes will go eventually it seems.

Outside the window we have all been,
seasons come and go it has always been,
I change when you change,
I live when you see,
for what lies beneath,
is but eternality it has always been.