Locked Up

I have all the time in the world Everything is changing Except for me. I will always stay here Always looking out observing the ever changing scenery But they won't let me out to experience it They never let me out. It rains It pours It beats against my window It stops. The sun dries it all up The garden blooms in color If I could open the window, I'd hear the chirps Little birdies learning to fly Innocent and young Happy and free. Looking out I feel life, The joy and naivety of newly opened eyes Seeing the greatness for the first time. The sun Lights the whole sky No more dense, heavy clouds Hot and dry Dry and hot. From far away I taste Freedom. Freedom runs through veins of school children. I hear their playful cries, I listen to the joyous sounds of freedom. The heat retreats only slightly along with the sun. I close my window, and brace for a change. A softer light fills my room The sun is obscured by clouds Opening the window a fresh, cool, crisp breeze floats in. The trees are thinning The vibrant colorful scene Slowly dulls and falls away Green turns to red Then orange to brown Then just on the ground. The critters from the forest bear down Prepare for yet another change, For a cold desolate thing. My window remains closed, just for a few more months though. A few more months of the lonely bone chilling cold The quiet calm The barren frozen land. The sun tries to sneak out, Tries to take away the cold But the winds and snows prevail. Forest friends preserve, The lonely season almost is almost at its end It will end, But I will not. Still here in my room, unchanged, unlike the wonderful world outside.