On the other side of the window, there’s a timeless state of mind.
Where there’s power in the hand of the beholder,
and competition to find the matching pair.
She sits criss cross,
obedient to the peaceful nature around her.
On the other side of the window rests serenity and tranquility.
She sits with nothing on her mind;
solely deciding which card to place.
On the other side of the window sits concentration and intelligence.
She sits silently, listening
to the whisper of the waves from the fountain.
On the other side of the window lives composure and stillness.
She places her remaining cards
as her competitor becomes discouraged.
On the other side of the window, she competes to find the matching pair.
She claims victory and harshness thickens the air.
Sounds of nature soothe their souls,
as they remain unaware of the world on the other side of the window.