I see a bird, a tree, a branch, a leaf.
These are the world outside my window.
The laughter of children upon the breeze,
Brings a smile as I sit by the window.
The warm rays of summer that fall on me
And the rain that taps on the window,
Carry me back to a childhood carefree,
So long ago outside my window.
Too old now to play, too frail now to run,
I sit and watch out of my window
And wait for the time when I can run
In the fields outside Heaven’s window.