Created March 22, 2020
An eerie peace sits
Upon the deserted streets
A self-quarantine
For the Earth to heal
From mankind's ruthless treatment
Of her existence.
Is this Mother Earth's
Punishment for our abuse
Of our resources?
She can only give
So much of her loving care
To us human beings.
She needs time to rest,
Time for self-care, time to sleep,
And time for nature.
I've forgotten how
The sun kisses our fragile skin
How the wind plays tunes
Through the blooming trees
As springtime continues on
Shedding winter grab.
In this eerie peace,
I'll break from uncertainty
To smell the roses.
Author's note: This poem is a haiku, a Japanese style of poetry that is heavily influenced by nature and traditionally used to make a comment on the greater scheme of life.
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