Our world looks so different

behind a window pane

no one picking berries

on quiet country lanes

...Yet Spring-is-a-comin

we hear bees-a-hummin

little birds-a-chirpin

merrily to blue skies

tulips-a-bloomin

lillies proud and strong

...While we wait behind a window

right where we belong

What were we thinking

now like tiny ants astray

In a world we thought we ruled

where only nature is allowed to play

A new world awaits us

and nobody can say

all we can do is contemplate

and change our minds and ways

obey new rules

or for our errors we'll all pay

...In this place called Earth

we all love so much

let's worship and cherish

all its splendour and worth

Anna Di Muro, 2020