A Window

'Good morning' said the window pane,
Greeting the newly risen sun
As sunlight filtered through the glass
Shedding light on all that's done.
The palesweet glass set in wood,
Shone earnestly through the hours,
Reflecting light and clouds and trees,
Ringed with climbing, growing flowers.
But alas the window felt alone,
As the world just looked on through.
The never admired the window's beauty alone,
Only amazed by the wonderful view.