The Empty Windowsill
There was once a flower pot
In my window sill.
I filled it with soil
And planted some seeds.
I cared for and nurtured those seeds,
And gave them water and sun,
And they soon grew into
A beautiful flower.,br>
However,
The summer soon ended,
And, in the cold winter,
My flower died.
So, now,
I look out that window,
At the barren winter sky
Outside
And reminisce
About the warmth
That once was.
But all I'm left with now
Is an empty windowsill
And an empty heart.
Back
