A window frames a picture

Of beautiful mountains

Reaching high

Dressed in the green

Of a thousand trees.

 

A window frames a picture

Of black choking smoke-

Raging flames 

Eating away at field upon 

Field of hard work.

 

A window frames a picture

Of pristine new houses

Standing proud -

Tidy piles of brick and stone

Placed in rows.

 

A window frames a picture

Of thatched roofs and mud walls

Huddling in clusters -

No glass to let in light,

No locks to keep out the night.

 

A window frames a picture

Of a world

Reaching, raging,

Standing, huddling,

Beautiful and broken.