Window Poem

I see the blue sky and pure white clouds. I see the top of the fresh, green, crisp leafy trees slightly moving in the small breeze. I see the top of the the rock climbing wall with plenty of faded, oddly shaped foot holds. I see the bottom of the rock climbing wall with lots of bark at the floor of the playground, and the rough tree trunks. I see the strong, sturdy concrete path and the grass, wet with dew around it.