The View from Here

The world ground to a halt,

and the birds still sang.

People hid in their homes, store shelves were bare,

and spring burst forth with riotous color.

Some brought their best, and some their worst,

and flowers bloomed while bees danced in their nectar.

Humanity cried out for someone to listen- anyone,

and the sun came out and warmed the earth.

Finally, times changed, the people ventured out in the light of a new day, linked arm in arm,

and the birds still sang.