Shaft

In the room with cradle's burning
I was seeing from the frame.
And according to page turning
I've seen row of street bays.
I have seen a sky with clouds
Which were going to the west
And of course without no doubts
There was a beauty zest.
And I saw a range of lanterns
Which burst out in a flash.
It's like bushes in arm's planter
Just there was a shine's plash.