Gazing out my window

Gazing out my window,
watching days pass by,
i can see things, that never really caught my eye.
like the butterfly's erratic flight,
and the fading day, that turns slowly into night.

gazing out my window,
watching days just drift by,
i can see things, that never caught my eye.
like the drops of rain, slapping on the ground,
or the drifting moon, that never goes down.

gazing out my window,
watching days pass by,
i can see things, that never really caught my eye.
like the way the clouds make shapes, from morning till noon,
or that the sunset is a marvelous view.

gazing down from heaven,
no more days, will pass me by
all i can see is people i love, cry.
to many days i pushed aside,
but at least i saw some of the more wonderful things, in life.
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Hi i wrote this piece on behalf of my Nan who spent her last few days on this earth watching out of her window trying to see the little things in life that no one really pays attention to. thanks for reading hope you enjoyed it.