My eyes goes beyond the window. The chaotic crowd, The polluted skies, The honking cars were missing. The chirping of birds, The humming of bees, The southerly breeze, Made me celebrate a momentary bliss. Then I realized, There's something amiss. The chirpy kids of my neighborhood couldn't be seen. Their innocent laughter, Their meaningless chatter That always made my days brighter, All the dynamism that made me aware of being alive, Has suddenly disappeared. A strange heaviness weighed me down, Hope, very soon, I get back my chaotic but lively town. 110/366 As I fill my morning cup, My eyes goes beyond the window. The chaotic crowd, The polluted skies, The honking cars were missing. The chirping of birds, The humming of bees,