Looking out the Window

Looking out my window, watching 
People, multitudes of people 
pass by going on to destinies 
unknown to me. 

Looking out my window, feeling 
Nature, still struggling 
to maintain balance 
as the rain pounds against 
my window. 

Looking out my window, wondering 
Where have all the gentle times gone? 
the police car screams by 
too much violence in this world. 

Looking out my window, gazing 
I see all that transpires 
in the glistening spider's web. 

Looking out my window, seeing 
the spider dance 'round 
always working to keep its 
world from ripping away 
in the rain of the evening.