Good Morning!

Four cornered- right angled
Not an eye of God
Neither the mirror which reflects all
This is the window
On the opposite wall
It doesn’t look in
It helps me look out

I look out and I see
A World besides my own,
Troubles…not mine!
Laughter…which no one owns

Sitting pretty by the window
Is a little beetle bug..
Waiting for the sun to shine on its
Red and black shell..

And there are those who hate the sight of it…
While there are those who won’t let it move out of sight.

Tiny must the world seem to him,
In his shell,
Constricting…complaining… he must move on
Oh! If only he would have looked up from his burden
A wonderful world by the window, he would have found!