When the sun comes in,
Makes us feel warm,
And all fuzzy inside,
Or when the rain pounds,
It makes us feel,
All cold and dark,
When we see the fluffy snow,
Go floating, falling, freely,
We seem to feel free,
Free as the wind that whips outside,
To tell that a storm approaches,
Although the wind can be destructive,
Along with everything else that goes on outside
Is dangerous,
That’s why humans made glass,
So we could see the bad things,
That could harm us,
And also the good things,
That makes us feel good and pure,
But to have good,
We must have bad,
To even it all out,
But some don’t see that good,
They just see all that bad,
I don’t understand them,
But they say no one does,
If no one understands,
Then how do you yourself,
When the sun comes in,
You don’t feel the nice warm sun,
Well the one who invented windows didn't make them for you