My eyes catch the reflected movement

Of a gentle breeze swaying the newly green trees outside my window

Beckoning me to come out

To sit among the branches hanging down to kiss me

To feel fresh, cold earth under me

To admire the stretching expanse of a cloud-dotted sky

But I stay at my desk

With fake plants that try to replicate the reality outside

A candle lit to remind me of the mountains

The full-wall window taunting me as I’m

Captured by the unfortunate screens

That I’ll stare at to survive