The trees don't know that we're locked inside
The sun hasn't heard that we're forced to hide
Clueless are the flowers whose eyes see no smiles
As leaves gather in undisturbed, unmoving piles
The beach wonders why it has become a vacated place
The sky questions why so few now gaze upon its face
But nature remains patient, and nature remains strong
Somehow, it senses we'll soon be back where we belong
A time will come when we'll return to run, skip, and play
A time will surely come, even if it is not today
With a soft breeze against our skin and our feet on the earth
And maybe then we'll treasure, even more, nature's worth
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