When The World Stops

When the world stops, 
How do we go on? 
When everything changes, 
What remains? 

In the stillness of a halted city, 
Amid the bombardment of the news, 
Adrift in enforced solitude, 
What do we have? 

Cotton clouds and blue skies. 
Spring rustling through awakening trees. 
The chatter of returning birds. 
The smile of a loved one. 
The laughter of a child. 
Music to keep us company as we stare out the window at an empty street. 

We have what we've always had, 
Each other. 

Aimer at Amazon

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