I gazed into the window
Looking at the wide grey meadow
covered by a dense layer of grass
Composed of sorrow

I couldn’t help notice the ebony atmosphere
That hung in the sky creating fear
Desperate enough to cause a pluvial
I weakly held onto my heart with a steer

The tenderness of the moonlight
That spread around with delight
Was the only positivity
That proliferated bright

A serene nightingale flew by
Whose mellow voice nurtured me
It travelled through my heart
Stitching the wounds with hope gently

As the thread was woven together
I felt myself for the first time in forever
I could finally see a lost route
That I could gradually remember

I strolled forward following my route
With confidence that was absolute
I looked up to my sky
Seeing the grey clouds distribute

As I strolled, I reached the shore
Upon which the smoky waves tore
It was a sight of dismay
At how dull the ocean was at its core

Grey clouds were a harbinger of downpour
I eagerly waited to see more
Of what this window had in store
For all I saw was a little brown eye
That showed me, my soul