Seeing through the raindrops

The Tree Outside My Window: A Dozen Years of Watching Nature’s Beauty

The Tree Outside My Window: A Dozen Years of Watching Nature’s Beauty by Stewart Wall

For the past twelve years, the first sight that greets me each morning as I wake up and look out my bedroom window is the magnificent tree that stands tall and proud outside. Over the years, I’ve spent countless hours observing the tree’s transformation with each passing season. From its lush green leaves in the summer to the barren branches in winter, the tree has become a constant reminder of the cyclical nature of life.

Today, I decided to take a break from my busy schedule and spend some Saturday afternoon time lazing in bed and gazing out of my window. As I sat there, watching the tree sway in the breeze, I couldn’t help but notice the changing weather outside. The once blue skies had now been replaced by a stormy sea of grey clouds.

Despite the dreary weather, I couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of the tree standing tall amidst the chaos. It was as if the tree was a symbol of hope, a reminder that even in the midst of life’s storms, there is always something beautiful to hold on to.

As I continued to watch, I noticed a group of birds playing in the tree’s branches, seemingly unfazed by the brewing storm. Their carefree attitude and playful chirping were a welcome distraction from the gloomy weather outside.

In a world where we are constantly on the move, it’s easy to overlook the simple things in life, like the beauty of a tree outside our window. But as I sit here, watching the tree and the birds, I am reminded of the importance of taking a moment to appreciate the world around us. I reached for the camera and thought of some words ……..

Amidst the wet and cold,
At three on a Saturday afternoon, I do hold
Myself close in my bed
As raindrops gently tap my window instead.

The tree outside stands bare,
Stripped of its leaves by winter’s icy glare.
Yet, the soothing melody of the rain
Dances across the windowpane.

A tiny bird seeks refuge from the rain,
Feathers dampened by the sky’s refrain.
As it shakes off the droplets and fluffs its wings,
I too feel a kinship with nature’s simple things.

The rain may be harsh and unforgiving,
But its power reminds us of nature’s living
And I lay there, listening to the wind’s meandering course
Grateful for the world beyond my window’s coarse.

Though the storm may rage on,
I am not alone in this peaceful dawn.
Nature’s beauty surrounds me, a place to call my own,
As the rain and bird sing a serene tone.

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