As I stepped outside my door
And breathed in the sweet, sweet air
Sun shining though pavements were wet
But the rain was so fresh I didn’t care

I stood inside my garden all alone
Grass and soil crunching under my feet
I spied the tiny buds, sensed the growing
Of flowers, trees, to make my place complete

I closed my eyes and imagined I could hear
Deep buried seeds underneath the ground
Whispering their way towards the sun
Intent on the destination they were bound

Fruit trees showing signs of edible delights
Apple trees, strawberries and grapes clinging to vines
Christmas trees I plant each year
Tall, majestic pines

Sounds of mowing, cutting, planting
Childish laughter echoes from the street
Adult voices filled with raw emotion
As everyone is free to meet and greet

I imagine I hear the drone of an overhead plane
A holiday flight perhaps through the air
Some day quite soon my backs I’ll pack
And I will be a passenger up there

The world is back to rights
Let’s hope it stays
They lasted far too long
Those dark, dark days.