A Cage...

The Grapevine needed to be protected from these migrating birds. They loved the sweet dark grapes in the small heavenly garden.

She watched her protector with a net and some tools, she heard loud knocks and then she was covered. 
She enjoyed the raindrops, watching them landing on each of the beautiful spherical grapes. 
She waited for the wind's playful whispers to tickle and dance with her leaves as they always do, they were quiet. Her leaves were entangled with the strings, they couldn't play, they couldn't move, they were not free.  She was imprisoned, entangled, and sad.

The migrating birds played in this beautiful garden, ran between the roses, enjoyed the lavender, spread their beautiful wings, and drank the rain drops. They sang to the wind, they sang their home melodies, they are here bringing whimsical lyrics, and beautiful strange colours to the garden.
They felt the hunger, and ran to the only tree reminded them of their home.  Dreaming of the sweet dark spheres, and the protective shelter they needed to sleep.
They reached the vine, with their simple dreams, tried to eat but they couldn't, tried to sleep but they couldn't.  They stared and stared, the joy vanishing from their eyes, they are there but cannot reach, they became imprisoned to despair, they became slaves to the need, they became colourless and sad.

She (the protector) observed the scene, she wiped the tears, and wondered, was she the Entangled Grapevine, or the Joyless Colourless bird?