By the window where i sit...

By the window where I sit


There is a big tall tree

There is white and there is gray and only brown are the leaves

There are some flowers on that tree

And they are green as they should be



The sky is gray and the River still

There is no rain or sun throwing down his spears

The wind is cold but it is only a breeze

The birds are gone…both crows and swallows

You cannot see

On the ground rustling yellow leaves

Rise the silence of the dead Spring