Sitting on the window sill, An immobile actor
in an ever-changing painting,
Crisp petals, baking in the sun.
It watches through the clear glass,
The creases, folds and waves
of a moving picture named Life.
Just centimetres away from reality,
Seeing the colours,
Imagining the flavours,
And wishing to be on the other side.
— J. & K. Ellis