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The View from My Window

The View from My Window

By shalleen baraka happuchPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The view from my window is not

of waves cascading on the ocean

or of people walking barefoot by the beach

or of little kids running after each other

or collecting seas shells by the shore

neither is it of a fancy swimming pool

from a fancy balcony, No it is not!

It is a perfect view of

my neighbor's rich avocado tree

from my small bedroom window.

In early June,

When the tree is covered by little, creamy-white buddings

She can only be compared to a big, beautiful cauliflower

Then, one develops to a tiny, green oval fruit

and by mid-June

the whole tree is covered by them.

Still, the big miracle is

when I wake up one morning to a view of

a tree whose branches are weighed down

by full grown avocados.

Soon afterwards,

What is closely related with aging happens.

The first one to bud,

The first one to develop

The first one to ripe,

becomes the first one to fall.

And as with the first one,

the others follow suit.

Mostly one, sometimes two,

heck, it even goes up to three a day

until there is only one left

and she goes back to looking like a virgin again

as she awaits her next season.

I have witnessed the beauty of birth,

the rapidity of growth

the sweetness of ageing

and the swiftness of death

all from my small bedroom window.

I love the view from my window.

nature poetry
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