Windows vs. Apple: A Sonnet

I sit and stare out of thy cold window
Wondering what is my purpose for such
I am not pleased by the mid-winter snow
Such grief we already have received much


Behind me a friend bites a tasty fruit
An apple it is, looks with much allure
As if it were dressed with a tailored suit
"It tastes good as well" my friend does assure


My friend once sat at the window as well
Before he got fed up with the sorrow
"Windows suck," he cried. "By them I shan't dwell."
An apple he had grasped by tomorrow


Finally, I chose to get on my feet
Reaching my hand to the apple so sweet