Looking out her window she sees a lake
Glistening in the sun, green and blue
With fish jumping in the water.

A boat in the distance, floating endlessly
The lake has trees surrounding it
Like many birds flying south for the winter.

Leaves are dancing in the wind
Falling silently to the ground
Out her window.

There are many things in the world to see
None are as precious to her
As the ones out her window.

That's where she'd like to be.