April

The streets lie empty, as golden sunlight pours from the skies

Clouds travel across the land, as the wind carries them forward

The wind- the lone traveller amongst the stillness

Propelling the seasons forward, offering assurance that life carries on

High above the world, the wind watches 

Guarding the trees 

Or descending upon them with thunder and lightning

Deep in the ground, the flowers begin to emerge

Joining the grass up above

The wind pushing april to bloom

And planting the seeds from which summer grows

Even when the streets lie empty

Even when the world sits still

And the wind dances alone.

• april
• HC MSU
• poetry
• quarantine
• reflection