A glorious sight of Mediterranean type high above London!
Green all around, quiet but the sound of families having fun with footballs and bikes.
The sun is strong. I sit and long for times when things were without the fear
which we now find here in our land.
Where there's a shadow of a virus which makes people quake and leaves in its wake
destruction and death,
helps some unite but for others is the fight
for breath.
Like the planet drawing attention to the air around and the winds that blow,
as the flow of traffic eases
and the price of petrol crashes
and we take a gasp
and wait the results of the waves of change.
As a volcano heats, deposits spits and recreates in dramatic orange and red,
this virus smaller than a pinhead has powers momentous to shape life and memories.