I’ve got a broken window,

And so, the sunlight, moonlight,

Butterflies, fireflies, faint-cries,  

Sea breeze, bees and apologies

Come in and go out.

 

They are all the visitors

Of the day,

They don’t really seem

To stay.

 

Some of them leave a

Remarkable aroma,

While some of them are

Reminders of a trauma.

 

Some things are meant

To leave or scatter,

While some need to know

That they really matter.