I’m sitting here
Where the surface is dry
but the air surrounds me
wet and damp
Inside this prison
made with water bars
I remain peaceful
I remain in joy
Outside this prison bars
Greyish branches change its colors
into a deeper, mysterious, black
The air speaks
It shouts, it screams
it whispers, it whistles
and gently kisses

Just to tell you, I’m really bad at rhymes, because that limits my flow and choice of words. I prefer my poetry to have better meaning than rhyme.
plz understand