Every day I have same views in my room.

out the east window;a giant maple

out the south;a lilac tree.

Every year I watch seasons change

leaves sprout,grow&turn green.

only to wilt& die.& repeat process.

Every year.the same.the same.

last year I SAW the lilac struck by lightning.

now one branch lifeless.

others now deformed,don’t bloom.

East-repetition.safe.expected.

South-shock.sudden.death.

always east or south.

those are my views.

I am drawn to the east.

yet wonder of the south.

So I looked out the west front door

the view has changed.

life remains the same.