I could only see but never touch.

I could only watch yet never experience.

I could never smell, feel or remotely breath the outside.

The outside has the beauty that I so long to experience.

There is only one thing that keeps me connected.

A single tree is the only company I know.

The only bit of life I will ever have contact with.

The only thing that makes me feel included.

With the wind blowing through it blossoms, it makes me think.

Could I fly out of this seclusion like the blossoms fly through the wind?

Could I glide on the breeze and escape my prison?

Could I land somewhere I could be free from my torment.

I know deep in my mind that none of these could ever come true.

That I will never be able to feel the breeze blow on my skin.

I will never feel the sunlight in my face.

I will never be free like the petals on the tree.

I shall be forever stuck in my torment.

In my prison with the key hidden.

With only one thing to keep me company.

That single tree with the petals blowing I the breeze.