Staring through a window shut

Staring through a window shut
Green foliage set afar
through it
copious acts and scenes
all around my gaze

But I set my sight far
to the furthers that I can see
Does it matter really?
the criss-cross of man
that surrounds
mere ants
or specks of dust

That window shut
behind it another world
kept apart
by mere thin glas