empty streets
the waters still
undisturbed – finally, by man and machine
the cities silent exhale
behind closed doors
weary the thoughts
and peoples minds
tumbling through upheaval of the uncertain
raised concerns and questioning eyes
yet for every troubled cloud
the linings always silver
flowers blossom and the
light of spring ever so brightly shines
the mother – wise,
steers only to align
indulge in space, the silence, the moment
for she
has given us
the gift of time
