The Window

I'm looking at my window,
attempting my fingers to work,
I'm just looking out of my window,
doing nothing in particular,
thinking of nothing in particular.

Then I heard the birds chirp,
they sing as one,
they fly as one,
and when they are done,
again they chirp,
as one.

I see the wind pushing the trees,
the trees are swaying now,
like they are greeting the wind,
again I hear the birds chirp.

I closed my eyes,
I imagined,
something is lingering in my mind,
something in front of me
that I couldn't reach,
its so near yet so far,
then I woke up of my dream.

Again I look out of my window,
Again I force my fingers to move,
Again I am doing nothing in particular,
Again I heard the birds sing.