Under glass panes
Next to others
Flowers do bloom
But never grow
They don’t understand
Worldly torrents deluge
And its catastrophe
They bloom outwardly
Not as flowers
Same as caged
Birds still sing
But few songs
For flight inspires
Melodies far reach
Think not yourself
By the outside
Which people keep
For them selves
But from inside
Where no one
But you will
Find and keep
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 