Sitting by the window I witnessed all the storms sway,
But the yesterday’s storm had my window thrown away.
I saw a Bird who kept searching for his house and went astray,
How do I tell him that I saw his house washed to that bay.
But one storm inside me fiercely raged the other day,
I can still feel the turbulence emanating, through me I can say.
Now I see the silvery moon and I smile and pray,
While the small remnants I discover are now here to stay.