The Wind Chime

I hung a pretty wind chime
outside the kitchen window.

Now it tells me, every time
A little bit of wind blows.

I'm in that room so often,
I hear the chimes so soft.

High atop the Mountain,
The cool, proud silver swings aloft.

The chimes they ring,
I hear them sing.

Outside, the world spins upside down.
I'm here behind my window.

Waiting for a breeze.