Inspire me Thursday-Outside my Window Journal

The window











Outside my window the sun shines bright
The sun streaks through the trees a sharp golden light
The leaves on the trees are a bluey green
Like a watercolour that has never been seen

The birds build there nest high up in the trees
Mother bird had the babies they number three
The chicks are hidden and hard to see

The blades of grass grow long in the hot summer sun
The flowers have bloomed and are almost done
Dusk comes quietly and night has begun

Original poem by Lee