The street below my window pulls my drastic attention,
Trees there add beauty to my morning sight
Coffee at the window lowers my stress,
Every movement downside flickers my mind.
The street runs long till my mood swings turn fun,
During the day city seems lit and nights turn deserted,
Holding the place at the window every day we chat,
We share the changes, after every moment passes, as the street got a job to lay all time.
