Window Pattern

Outside the window, breeze and tree lay a pattern over me. Leaves and boughs are all I see.

Along a path of sky crisscrossed, they are gently turned and tossed - a world in which my thoughts get lost.

I watch the branches bow and swing. Immersed in them, I cannot bring myself beyond this perfect thing.

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.