All night she wondered
If there was a door
Or a window in the sky,
Hidden by ink and sparkles!  

It was the first time
She had longed
To cross the fence
Separating the yellow world
From the busy streets!

Why fence to reach into peace?
Bafflement overwhelmed her.

A lamb, in the learning of AC,
Went closer to her and said,

"we dislike hypocrisy,
But it's their preference.

Spring knows no boundaries.
You will get your dream true. Wait."