The window has been open many times
Only to be hidden behind the blinds
Sometimes I take a look from in between
But the hardship is mostly what is seen
When the bitter wind blows in from the storm
The window is slammed shut, my hands are worn
Those times I survived that hostile weather
The beauty afterwards truly mattered
Rarely I leave the window wide open
For that's the time when hurricanes roll in
I am caused to shade the window from doubt
But it's really worth it, that small step out