Wood Fires: Windows
A house is such
A little thing to hold
So much of happiness
And dearer things than gold.
Build it with spaciousness,
With windows deep and wide,
Let them encompass
A great countryside;
Let them look out upon
Tall trees and straight,
Contentment and serenity
Will enter as you wait;
Let them be open when
The first bird calls,
You will not be bothered
By hemming things like walls;
It will be big enough
And fine enough to hold
A whole world of happiness
And dearer things than gold.