Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.
The sun is still rising from the east and setting from the west,
Birds are flying up and about without a care in the world,
Animals are roaming freely in their habitats,
The weather is having its usual cycles from one season to another,
The seas are going through their usual mood swings,
There is so much which hasn’t changed yet there is so much which is different,
Jobs have disappeared leaving many penniless,
There is a real struggle for food and water,
Businesses have been shut leaving people at home,
Cracks have appeared in family relationships leaving many broken families,
But hope is all what we have and can cling onto amidst this chaos.
Linking to First Line Friday, Thursday Inspiration & Linda Hill: Stream of Consciousness