I watch airplanes go by,
As they twinkle like stars in the sky.
I hear the waves crash,
Against the rocks they smash.
I smell the first whiff of rain,
As I stand at the window pane.
I feel the sting of the cold,
Before it dries my skin and leaves it old.
I see the boats jolt,
Even as their reflections distort.
I hear the temple bells ring,
As they come say Good Morning!