The World Without, From The World Within

From the inside through my window
On the horizon i see the ocean blue
The greenery of West Cliff
And the ruins of the castle too
 
I see the terraced houses
A variety of styles quite old
And on clear nights, the night sky
Shines bright with stars of gold
 
I glance above the rooftops
That lie before my eyes
A myriad of styles of chimney pots
That reach up for the skies
 
I stand back from my window
And see reflections in the glass
Of myself glancing outwards
As another day does pass
 
I see all the trees and flowers
Awash with colour and life
Their beauty always makes my smile
And the birdsong, as they thrive
 
And sometimes out of the darkness
Bright colours fills the skies
As fireworks reach out high in celebration
Leave sparkles in my eyes
 
So glancing out my window
And looking all around
I see and hear a myriad of things
From the sky down to the ground

by Jemia