My dearest windows, once open wide to the world's embrace, You were my brushstrokes, painting landscapes untold, capturing the sun's warmth on a child's face, the moon's soft glow on oceans bold. You revealed the whispers of wind through fields of gold, the firefly's dance in a summer night, and the stories etched in ancient lines, holding secrets bathed in light.
"It's a bitter sweet symphony this life…"