The leaves rustling down the street
The wind a gentle whisper
The clouds that turtle forward
The driveways all a bustle.
Garages hiding treasure troves
of secrets left unsaid
The people all a panicked
Live 6 feet apart and distanced.
Half the world believes its ending
and half are foolishly brave
Taunting those who have loved and lost
Those who have met their ending days.
Life goes on
Regardless of our losses
The world continues turning
Ignoring what it costs us.
The debt of shutting down for two weeks
Far greater than the burden
Of a society slowly churning
Sinking deeper in the madness.