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