With the promise of a bright day

I stand by an open window ,
with the view of an unlimited sky ,
the first feel is of a mild breeze ,
like a tender love
where even eyes
hesitate to meet ,
and nothing is ever spoken ,
then come the bright light green
spring fresh leaves
shyly acknowledging the breeze
with a delicate sway of their heads
in perfect harmony
with the breeze ,
and the mid-afternoon sun
rejoicing the
utterance of primal notes in nature ,
with the promise of a bright day .

akash