On Tiny Raindrops

(Pandemic)

 

Tiny raindrops will sweeten the ground

As the arriving swallows swoop around.

 

And the frogs chorus sing so mellow

And buttercups fill the hills with yellow.

 

The red-winged blackbirds with a flash of fire

Fly to the cattails at the edge of the mire.

 

And none will know of this virus, not one 

Will give thought at last when its done .

 

And would they care, either bird or tree

If people succumbed to it completely.

 

And mother nature, she doesn't care

If we are neither here or there.

April 2021

 

(Imitation Poetry Exercise

There Will Come Soft Rain by Sara Teasdale)