Through the eyes of the window

When I sit by the window sill
I look out and see a beautiful site
I see the sky lit with blue,
The beautiful flowers

I see the trees swaying in the breeze
And think of the whole world in a dream
As I look through the winder in a distance
I said to myself who needs patience

The window is a door to the outside world from in your house
To let your imagination go gold
When you open the window’s hands you don’t need a wand