Sitting by my window
Absorbing the warmth
Sundays are blessed in winters
If the Sun's around
Holding a book
Deep in thoughts
I think about the colors
And pigments of all sorts
There must be a reason
For such shades
The therapy one gets
From the colors around
The golds and yellows
Brings down the signs
Of confusion and depression
It strengthen the body
As well as mind
And vitamin D
Where else to be naturally found
And the sky we see
Blanketed with clouds
Are the pallet of
Greys ,blues and whites
with change from dusk to dawn
Variations form
And I could sit here
All day long
Talk about birds
Feathers and fawns
There is so much we gain
Though it's human nature
From deep feelings he refains
It's a weakness these days
To talk about oceans , waterfall and lakes
So I try and keep
These feelings bound
But there are times
When these are the thoughts
I just want to talk about