The car stops at the corner,
The street is empty and bare,
No need to wonder at the barren roads,
It’s the new normal we all have to live by,
It’s another way of life we have to get used to,
For we have made our hearts concrete just as the city.
The car travels on
Passing fields green with vital fife,
Rolling rivers team with brimming new life,
Mountains purple with shadows of passing clouds,
Birds and beasts roaming the now newly reviving wilds.
Denuded nature is returning to its pristine state and restful fullness.