' Through the eyes of a window"

hi to all well i believe my window does see things the same way ...as i do...it's quite a living entity for me....it's a part of my life ...well can u all imagine a room without proper ventilation? can't? so can't I and my window does every little thing for me....

"Through the eyes of a window"... ( a poem)

Through the broken glasspane,

As far the window could see,

There stood a lonesome tree,

At the corner of the lane.

 

And a courting pigeon-pair,

Cooing on a lamp-post,

In a cuddle were lost,

Spreading love in the air.

And clouds grey and white,

Had elves and fairies,

Playing games in arries,

And an equipage of delight.