Sitting here, in the corner of the room,
I feel the wind,
The mist of the rain,
So still, tranquil and lovely..

This feeling so sereal,
An ecstasy,
An escape from life.

The breeze that blows,
The smell that lingers,
Is it you that I am thinking of?

An escape, I yearn,
From the 'cage' called love.
The 'Birds' that fly,
The 'Freedom' they have,
That, I dearly yearn for.