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.
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.