“This our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
William Shakespeare
A shadow of the meadow lying by my sofa
I saw the plants waving at me from window
Gathering my toes together I fitted them in slippers
My legs got me in the garden from long ago
The trees their stood straight with fatten woods
I scratched some of theirs to wash for good
Long time after they were washed by me
Still look too pretty after my handed dusting
The trees so fresh, yeah they give some fruits too
Oh look my God, they are too big too
I guess from last five I haven’t seen
My busy-husy life never dared to keen
Whether I should thank lockdown or corona
Or to change my habit from all trauma
Is it here to give us this advice
Eat nutritive food and healthy diet
Also to take care of our nature properly
Schedule your some time for your own property
I guess I understood what it wanna say
It’s too inappropriate but also in a good way
Plus I wanna make a request to you (corona) too
Don’t be too harsh and spread your flue
We undertook the importance that nature gets
Sorry for our attitude, we won’t copy that!
Poetry Pot 