You cannot hear the children laughing
Nor do the roads hold traffic
Flowers bloom with unseen beauty
City streets blur with static
A spring is greeted with fauna eyes
From hibernation they wake
To a human world without its humans
Punished for petty mistakes
For the new season it is us who hide
Sat in our pitiful bunks
An exhausted world at last can breathe
Bask in the silent month
Deeper than our cosmetic lives
Are ugly ideas thought
So much time to think for once
What supposed happiness bought
Not in darkness but glorious sunny days
Do we stare uncertainly ahead
And while the earth can flex her joints
We anguish in our beds.
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