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Watching the heaven from the eleventh floor window
Streets, cars and houses which are covered with April snow.
The wind is blowing it up and down, side to side.
At the end of the dancing, the snow is landing right.
I’m watching an April phenomena which gives me great delight.
Even it is snowing at the wrong time,
It is a surprise but not a heavenly crime
Which makes you think who is in charge of earth and heaven
Thinking about every phenomenal thing, but there is no win.
Which is thinking high, higher than the snow, it’s a churchy sin.
Nonetheless, God gave us the brain, snow or rain
If there is for this life-losng thinking.
If I don’t look up too high or down too deep,
Which makes you feel shallow, not much to keep
The snow-storm is a loveable thing.
When there is plenty of snow or rain, thirsted earth has gained.
When you live at the top of a high-rise block
It makes you think about lofty things.