Wind From The Sea

They hung limply in the window,

Stained brown with age.

Once delicate and charming,

Now tattered and frayed.

They watched from their window

A small ocean scene,

With tall trees and a dirt path,

And sparkling waters, serene.

Their once beautiful pattern,

Now shabby and faint,

Still can be seen,

Still dainty and quaint.

For years they hung lifeless,

Watching life go by,

No one to draw them,

No one to stir them awry.

When up from beyond

The suddenly restless seas,

These curtains were moved,

By a gentle sea breeze.

- Emily Beacon