The Window Seat

Spell bound was I by the beauty around
Fleeting by my window as streaks of green
The trees, the grass and the leaves
It is to the Creator I say thanks
And then I see creation at its best
Her eyes sparkling with the life of youth
To me time suddenly decides to slow
Or is it I who wants to see her for a bit longer
My heart races yearning her gaze to meet mine
But then she decides to alight
And I see her no more