He watches the world turn from his window.
He sees the beauty as the trees bloom, and dance with the wind.
Birds sing and fly freely. It's a gentle place he thinks. A warm smile on his face. Despite all it's hardships, all the ugliness and turmoil it holds, it's still beautiful.
It seems like the world is miles away from him.
Every now and then, he lets out a few tears, but does his best to stay humble. He wants to run through the meadows, swim in the oceans, climb the highest mountains, but the I.V. in his arm simply won't let him.
He watches the world from his window.
Just wishing he could be a part of it.