We were confined, and, yet the earth was free;
we had stopped, and, the earth had spun -
the rivers ran blue, the mountains stood tall;
the air crisp, as though it was brand new;
for once, the earth did not mourn.
BUT
our souls were crying;
our families dying.
Nature had run its course - a course not smooth,
but in time we will heal, sore not sooth;
And maybe one day, we can be free with the earth -
A new adventure, new happiness and new birth.