The Windows

Windows are a peculiar case

A pane of glass, it makes one think.

If one could ever understand, the way the skies do leap and span

Then maybe we might know our part, and think more often and ponder with spark.

As I sit and watch the daylight shine, as it rolls in to merrily chase away the night, I sit and wonder if all my days, I ever truly knew the day.

Have I known this archaic land? Can one ever understand?

The eyes are luminous, and through their whole,

They form a window to the soul.

And in this window, you see our land. You see the trees and skies and hand

The hand of God has been placed here

It's clearly seen, in the window there.

The windows of our land.