Window of sense

I look outside the window,
and smile,
at the moon that shines,
bright up in the sky.

I stand near the window,
and feel the cold breeze,
the wind that blows,
swaying the leaves.

I stand near the window,
I hear a sweet music.
Of the Christmas carols,
that soothe the senses.

I stand near the window,
I smell something great,
the food that cooks in the kitchen,
served on my plate.