We are isolating from our friends and family
We are alone at times with only our thought

We hate being told what to do
We hate that we cannot go out

The world is broken
The world is ending


The world is repairing
The world needs to mend

Waterways are clearer
The sunsets are more colourful

The grass and flowers have more colour
The animals are coming out of hiding

What we conceive as bad times
The earth are celebrating and repairing