Tree leaves shimmer in the sun;
in the breeze they’re glittering gems.
I am window-watching them,
curled on the couch
like a leaf on the ground,
no energy left.
And so I rest—
another day,
I may
shimmer in the sun.
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Don't worry, our windows are dirty, too. 😅 And I love the message of this poem, that it's okay not to shine every day. 🍂