Stereotyped

A normal day ascended with a quiet, unparalleled thought. Dead-centered I stood, facing the linear panel of glass, Just showing off the deadly withered tree— Dim and dusk it seemed, in the yellow light it lived. Left I moved, still evident was its dusk. Then towards the right— Panoramic view of the sole sun, was it!! The ignited beams, left the narrow pane, and my mind, leaving unlatched!!