The Window

 I sit by the window thinking of the world I've seen,

Of all the places around me so far where I've been,

Of travels past and those future plans where,

The sun shines bright on my face and the wind ruffles my hair,

I sit by the window and wonder how the world would be,

If we cease to travel, will a new spring or winter we shall ever see?

For so many wonders are waiting to be seen,

Every sea is a different blue, every tree, a different green,

I sit by the window and think of people from long ago,

And of those who will see a world that we will never know,

All these thoughts urge me to do what I did before,

To pack my bags, carry my thoughts, and walk out of the front door...!!