The vista or the view


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.


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