As quiet descends, the world makes amends
And begins to heal and renew
Rivers run free and flow to the sea
No sight of a boat or canoe
The fish in Venice, no longer are menaced
By people or gondala alike
Returning to water, where of course they ought to
Since panic and chaos has spiked.
The sun set spectacular, they’ve spoke in the vernacular
To stay in and please comply
There’s no need to panic, it’ll just make you manic
And the price to pay, sky high.
Though some will admire us, in spite if this virus
To plough on an help the sick
Spare a thought for their need, and stop with the greed
Be wise with the choices you pick.
This Covid-19, requires to be clean
If we want it to go away
So go wash your hands, yes that’s what it commands
To keep the death rate at Bay….
© Caroline Stevens-Taylor
I like to write, mainly poems but also write a blog on WordPress. I think writing is a great way to express how we are feeling, at any given moment in time.