Beyond the Pane

This is a poem about hope that exists beyond the pane, or pain in a more literal sense.

Beyond the Pane

When she looks toward Heaven’s window,

I wonder what she sees.

Does she mirror shades of sorrow,

As she stares at tearful trees?

Or might she find fine flowers

In shiny beads of rain,

And light right through the showers,

Bright skies beyond the pane?