I open my window –
I see a tree, I see a forest of branches
I see a bunny hopping on a thick bunch of grass.
I see few tulips thriving amidst copious wildflowers,
I see a transparent sky with multiple jet streams scars.
I see a nest protecting an egg covered by infinite leaves,
I see a fence and two children playing on the other side,
I see a solitary moon dimming a legion of stars,
I see a single clothesline with a household of linens fluttering,
I see a single sun lighting up zillion corners of land and sea.
Every day the vista is different, but in my view
There is always the commonplace of a forest and there is a unique, shinning tree.