
Mother Nature is so fine,
she’ll make sure we keep in line,
mess about and try to destroy her planet
and she’ll bite back with a corona sonnet.
Until then, you’ll have to stay at home
waiting for when she’ll let you roam.
Life will never be the same,
they’ll be no shifting of the blame.
But once we know how to behave
we’ll be making hay and not going insane.
We’ll be running and jumping,
with joy and laughter
and Mother Nature will believe
we’ve justly earned a reprieve.