I see the world.

I see the world from my tiny window.

The window may be tiny, but the scene is vast;

For the sea of clouds stretches to kiss the horizon,

Gently bowing at the mountainous base.

Oh, how the scene evolves with my forward motion,

But the profound beauty remains still.

I see the world from my tiny window.

I see the world,

But I’m only preoccupied with home.