Open Window

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I open my window

And listen to bird calls

As rain falls

To the garden below.

 

This is the timeless time

Of nature’s passing rhyme.

But work calls

And I must go.

 

Yet the fall

Of the rain

And the bird’s call

Remain

 

 

1 thought on “Open Window”

  1. SRIKANTH's avatarSRIKANTH

    This is a beautiful poem Morris. It captures a universal moment with such gentle clarity—the conflict between the soul’s desire to linger in nature’s simple, rhythmic peace and the mind’s pull toward duty. The way the rain and birdsong “remain” becomes a quiet victory, a piece of that timelessness carried within. A lovely, lingering thought.

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