The smallest thing invisible to the eye that brings the world to stop .

Less fumes , less noise , less busy lives has brought my senses back alive.

The birds that sing a simple thing , that for so long have sounded muted ,their songs fill the air from every where like a million flutists fluting.

The air smells clean with hints of green and spring blossom scent , some may say in these strange days this peace is heaven sent.

Maybe we need this quarantine to hear our mother earth , remind ourselves , instead of clearing shelves and panicking that this is the end , the world will spin on and recover from this disease and others .

Just close your eyes and listen to that early morning song , look after earth , be kind , don’t fear we are bound to her for many years