The Sun Shines Warm On Lonely Streets

The sun shines warm on lonely streets above a pale blue water-colour sky. Clear water sings across the weir and in the clear air, birds still fly. Across the river in the school no children play nor shout nor cry but nature greens her trees and blooms her flowers without a thought that we should spy a life that, thus through seasons all continuing, cares not if we deserve to live or die. Kim Helen James 19/3/2020