These are things I see outside my bedroom window. The following poem may be converted to one line, but I'm too lazy to change it at the moment. As I lie in bed, I stare Out of my bedroom window. As I stare, I notice Birds singing graciously. As they sing, they eat From the cherry tree. As they eat, it sways Blowing in the wind. As it blows, it dances Flying through gossamer webs. As they dance, they hover Over rooftops outside my window.