choices.

When I was travelling to the US, I wrote this poem inflight as i crossed over the middle east.

As I looked outside my small window
A perspective much larger appeared
Countries melted oceans mixed
as we moved on borders merged
The world below shown like a tapestry
Green Blue and shades so many
I searched for the wars, the violence,
the pain, the agony
the greed, bloodshed and gory.

Just three kilometers above the earth
from a small window I only see
beauty, soltitude, peace and Serenity
I believe it depends on the window we choose
the view depends on the choice we make.