by CHRISTIAN SHERRICK - September 27, 2020
With empty streets and silent stores
The birds all strum their somber chords
The world confronts a quiet war
While We come to a stagnant stop
With empty stores and silent streets
The birds all sing their festive theme
The world remembers Nature’s dream
While We come to a stagnant stop
The teaming streams and lavish trees
The deep-blue sky and reborn seas
Remind the world of what could be
When We come to a stagnant stop
The War is done and We are free
To send back Nature to its keep
Behind the tires, smog, and grease
When We escape our stagnant stop