Covid Calls Covid calls for us to be Alone among the crowd. Untouching, kept away To keep us safe from harm. Some saddened by the isolation, Felt they were not free. But here among the canopies Adrift the passing breeze, I have been set free To listen to

Covid Calls

Covid calls for us to be
Alone among the crowd.
Untouching, kept away
To keep us safe from harm.

Some saddened by the isolation,
Felt they were not free.
But here among the canopies
Adrift the passing breeze,

I have been set free
To listen to the melodies
Of the quiet whispers
Of paintings made in words.

The call of creativity
To set myself aside
Reminds me what is meaningful
In these dire times.

Nature has her way
Of keeping things in check.
Nurture Mother Nature,
Or she will have her way.

Destruction is her power,
Creation is her joy.
What is it to be,
For those who make her cry?