Hail to the Window, the Tree, the Sun!

The cold interior of my lifeless house

Is warmed by the Son

The trees intercept the strongest rays

Before the day has begun

But who should consider the sunshine

With the blackened, burnt walls surrounding?

Hail to the Window, who lets the Light in

And makes plain all the blessings abounding!

Dressed in blue, curtains of lace

Fall elegantly to the floors

Warm glass panes without labor pains

Are the eye to the soul outdoors

But even the Tree brings relief

The Protector gives shade from harsh glory’s light

The dancing leaves ripple the rays

And bring to the senses delight

He gently hovers over the Window

Brushing branches against her face

I revel in the love they share

And receive their outpouring of grace.