I looked outside;
I glimpsed the perfect world,
From my enclosed room,
Pervaded with solitude.

I looked outside;
A grin formed
The bright sunlight fulgurated,
Concealing the upcoming storm.

The strong and robust breeze,
The catkins on those trees,
Whilst the falling, brown leaves,
Immensely they distilled.

The people outside,
Talking, appraising, fleeting
Boats on the lake that afloat,
Came for me to explore.

A whole, new world,
Luring me from the outside,
Better than staying from the dull inside,
That could make all of these grips collide.

Outside, I grasped ardor,
Glancing the fields and the harbors
Fleeing from the bluest inside,
To witness the true beauty, to be precise.