Lockdown

Solitary sun in sapphire skies, beams its rays upon Earth's radiance. A tepid breeze flows between daffodils and bluebells, gently rocking. Spring is in the air, yet streets remain silent. Masked men in green suits, bearing arms, patrol - perturbed by unsought peace. Anticipating unauthorised motions, they wander past eerie emptiness - sleeping theatres, picture less cinemas, sober bars, childless schools and unfit gyms. Silence is disrupted by military vehicles occasionally startling their comrades. Echoes of continuous coughs, hidden behind closed curtains, prevent even the obstinate ones, admiring scents from rousing roses - whose petals are not idle in isolation. Industry of death is thriving - undertakers undertaking, grave diggers digging. Crematoriums fighting coffin carpenters - whose sympathies are disguised by greed. As humanity evolves into ashes. In the midst of clean air, mother nature smiles, bathing in tranquil purity of serenity the only fire burning is the sun. Silent One Simple Musing 22 March 2020