The Window

Three friends stood at the classroom window
One saw light, two saw only shadow.
One seeing beauty shared his view
Two listened, but chose to feel blue.

Burdened then with impending gloom,
Two paid attention to darkness in the room.
Two lent an ear to their dear friend
Hoping their burdens ere long would end.

Three returned to the window another day
Eager to hear what the others would say.
Two saw hope in the blossoms of spring.
One saw the weeds that summer would bring.

Seasons quickly came and so they went.
In different ways each friends' time was spent.
Til three friends at the classroom window,
Again shared views of the city below.

Colored by experiences each one would know;
Experiences that helped each friend grow,
Three saw the beauty in the landscape below
As each talked of their view through the old window.

Kent