The land has dried and cold,
The world seems hard and bold,
Precious lives and has been told,
That bodies are trivial and old.
The world suffered and stopped,
Stopped to its tracked and watched,
Countries were poked with shocked,
That a virus has skills to chill and kill.
Three years have passed,
The world is still taken aback,
Recovery is still on hold,
In the stronghold of the world.
The spring will come,
Give it time, it'll be fine,
Life goes on and on,
Abandon hurt and forlorn.
Wake with the sun up high,
Or with clouds in the sky,
The new season will come and speak,
To our hearts that strong and meek.
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