Life in an Attic

It's nice to live in an attic, with views all over town,
To have the chance to follow as the green leaves turn to brown;
To witness wonderful sunsets, with the sky all orange and red,
To gaze at all the twinkling stars while lying at night in bed.
To have much lower ceilings, so that bulbs are easy to change,
And awkward jobs like painting are much less hard to arrange.
The rooms require less heating, since all the ceilings are low,
And the warmth that travels upwards doesn't have far to go.
You can hear the rain on the roof-top, along with the breeze or gale,
Enjoy the fluttering snowflakes, or noisy clatter of hail.
And all the stairs to the attic nearly everyone would admit,
Are an ever present asset in the regime of keeping fit.