A Matter Of Perception

As the seasons change it's

Mother Nature's calling

And when the trees respond

Their leaves commence falling

When the grass stops growing

And gardens are bare

Squirrels nowhere to be seen

But you know that they're there

The same window peered through

The flora robust and strong

Door opened to night time

With crickets singing their song

And on this side of the window

My mind starts to race

And ponders perception

Is this just, a time and a space

For if I close the blinds

The plants and trees could be growing

Are there vegetables in the garden

And from this side, no one is knowing

Squirrels could be gathering

Tonight crickets are they singing

Do you think it's insane

Something to do with upbringing

So which side of the glass

Does anyone know

Give me a hand with the blinds

Show me where to go

Is this a point of view

Or from one's mind's file folder

Is it true reality or just

In the eye of the beholder

Makes one go very deep

Is this a deception

Which side of the glass

A matter of perception