In a world where secrets whispered through the trees,
Lived Elara, confined by life's decree.
Her cottage nestled deep in a mystic wood,
Where the window held the world, both bad and good.
Each morning's song, the birds' sweet serenade,
Their melodies in her heart forever stayed.
She'd dream of touching petals, vibrant and bright,
But through the glass, her fingers took no flight.
With dawn, the...