Trapped Poem by Sophia White

There is a pair of robins
Winging over the trees
Into the watercolor sky.
And here am I.
Trapped in this bare room.

The sunlight is lancing
Through colonnade trees
Where dust-fairies fly.
And here am I.
Trapped behind closed doors.

The narrow path winds
Away through the forest
Where ferny glades lie.
And here am I.
Trapped by four walls.

A squirrel scampers
Across the grassy yard
And meets my eye.
And here am I.
Trapped at a hardwood desk.