There she sits alone,
silence in the night.
Her back's against the willow tree
and the moon's her only light.
The ground is cracked and broken,
the tree's leaves brown and dry,
but despite the death surrounding,
she feels like she could fly.
Above, the stars are glistening
like her earth-brown eyes
because what she just has realized
is that she can see the skies.
Though the city's crumbling
as the virus spreads,
she rejoices in the living
while they start to count the dead.
As fear holds down its victims,
keeping them inside,
Mother Earth has been spring cleaning
and soon she’ll be revived.
The once-black air is crystal clear
and the mountain range stands proud.
It’s a sight to see for miles around,
no longer covered in dark shrouds.
Beside the bright blue waters,
deer come out to play.
As they romp around the stream
fish quickly swim away.
The sky is bright and beautiful,
the water’s clear and clean,
and the animals are all smiling
because we're nowhere to be seen.
So as you leave your houses
one fateful summer day,
remember that we’re temporary
while Earth is here to stay.
Thanks Erian Rose for helping me! :)
The prompt was to write a poem about a "hot topic."
But when you come outside again
and **** that fresh green grass
Mother Earth will sigh with sadness,
for all good things shall pass. (I originally wrote "come to pass" which sounds better here, but I later realized that it actually has the opposite of the intended meaning so I had to change it. Also, the second line in this stanza is pretty bad but since I decided not to use this anyway, I never changed it.)