Rapunzel's Window.

#Household - cutting it fine!

I live in a tower atop a hill,
Where the landscape changes: it's never still.

And if I look out on a summer's day,
Who's to say the day won't be dull and grey?

My windows: bewitched, and I see from my tower;
With nothing to do but dream by the hour.

And if I glance out on a winter's eve,
Who's to say the day has a light that won't leave?

One day I'll peer out and what will I see:
Mirror images playing: my mother, and me.

The next I shall glimpse of a far distant land,
And an elfin, young woman, who holds out her hand.

My name, it escapes you? Rapunzel the fair,
That poor long lost maiden with admirable hair.

It's my windows changing, a sight to behold...
My window speaks freedom, of a life yet untold.