On the Second Floor

A poem of thoughts as I observe the goings on outside of my Library window.

In the library,

looking out of the large glass window.

Watching the wind blow the decorative grasses 

and the leaves on the trees

Just looking out 

makes me feel like I'm flying

or falling.

I watch a ladybug

make its journey to the roof

by scurrying

While two more perform

Lincoln Beachey swan dives

in a journey of their own.

People walk on the pavement outside

study,

like I should be doing.

socialize,

like I wish I could do,

and go gome,

where I wish to be

Author's Note

Please do not criticize this too harshly. It will be undergoing much editing over the next few weeks. If you have any suggestions for it though, please feel free to say :)