A normal day ascended with a quiet, unparalleled thought. Dead-centered I stood, facing the linear panel of glass, Just showing off the deadly withered tree— Dim and dusk it seemed, in the yellow light it lived. Left I moved, still evident was its dusk. Then towards the right— Panoramic view of the sole sun, was it!! The ignited beams left the narrow pane, Abd my mind, wide open and unlatched...!!
