Through the glass I gaze, a quiet reprieve, A window to a world where dreams conceive. A tapestry of colors, vibrant and bold, A fantasy realm, my heart it enfolds. Majestic mountains, their summits so high, Where eagles soar freely, painting the sky. Whispering trees, their branches entwined, A symphony of secrets, nature refined. A river cascades, its waters dance and flow, Reflecting the moon's ethereal glow. Unicorns gallop, their manes unbound, In meadows adorned with flowers profound. But alas, the alarm pierces the air, Reality awakens, dreams laid bare. The window shuts, the fantasy fades, And slowly, I drift from the world it made. Yet, the magic lingers, a fleeting trace, A reminder of dreams in this mortal space. For even in waking, the heart can believe, In windows to wonders we long to perceive.