The School Outside My Window
I wake to them whispering their secrets of untold mystery
Like the wind when it converses with the Sun
I long to run amongst them playing their joyous game of protector of the Earth
Like the rivers that flow through to a trickle out my window,
I will flow with the melody of the sweet birds cooing, cooing in harmony
With the smell of dew-dropped roses that delight me so much,
To place myself upon their desks and enjoy their serenity of it all
I can sense the excitement they get when the new white carpet is laid down
And their deep green arms are powdered with sweet sugar
With jacket-bundled children in textures unimaginable
I can feel their warmth and protection
Whenever I get around the children
I get an irresistible temptation of the enchanting perfectness of the school they go to
The taste of peppermints in the cool crisp air,
The sensation of tranquility seizes me
The thought of knowing all that they know
The thought of learning all that they learn
Oh, how I await until all is in bloom so as I can read amongst them
And daydream in their outstretched arms
This is my school, the school outside my window,
My own oasis, the gem inside the rock.
--me (sometime during 2005)