Confetti petals cling to boughs
Blackbirds sing and hop,
The sky is blue, the sun shines out
But whereʼs an open shop?

 

Corona V has hit the world.
Itsʼ madness overturned
That semblance known as ‘sanityʼ.
It seems weʼve never learned!

 

Shop shelves are empty, panic rife
Weʼre all imprisoned now.
But nature hasnʼt changed a bit
The trees, a plant, a cow

 

Theyʼre all oblivious, carrying on
Their yearly cycle, season.
Oh, what a joy it is to see
That natureʼs kept her reason!

28/3/2020