The Windowsill

On a summers evening 
I saw my mother cleaning 
She stopped and stared at the setting sun  
The light scattered across the windowsill 
Like it was trying to outrun 
The night that quickly followed at its will 
The trees outside began to glow 
Before the sun got too low 
And I soon found myself desperate 
To go out 
Feeling separate 
These four walls I could live without 
My mother taught me 
That nature is also my home 
The glass cannot separate thee
From the land I want to roam 
I saw the longing in her eyes 
As she watched the setting sun 
So distant from the skies 
A life you can’t outrun