Outside My Window

Outside my window,

I once saw a tree. 

beneath which we lay,

with joy and glee.

Outside my window,

there once was a garden.

blooming into life everyday,

with sunflowers so golden.

Outside my window,

I once saw a busy street.

filled with bargaining vendors,

and hustling feet.

Outside my window,

I once felt morning dew.

cold droplets resembling pearls,

making me relish the coffee I brew.

-Vrajesh Patel