She sat by the window to spend time introspecting and writing
The air was cold; the trees were still, the weather simply amazing
She spotted two birds playing and swaying, one soaring the sky
In the neighboring window an elderly man sipping on hot chai
On the small road below a few teenagers chattered their way along
Two women engrossed in talking may be deciding right or wrong
Clouds were swiftly on the move, the skies dull white and celestial
A young woman, with a bag was headed to buy some essentials
Few kids were down, running and challenging, riding their bicycles
Yellow and white butterflies in the garden flew in motions cyclical
She sat there waiting for her bright introspective idea to arrive
And smiled as the authenticity of daily life bought her poem alive