The world suffers.
Our patio is
our shield.
Wine fills crystal
weโre careful
not to shatter
like human lives
across the globe.
The dog snores
without a care.
The hummingbird
flies like
the Blue Angels.
A warm breeze
winds its way
in between us
and the roses.
The silence โ
beautiful music.
A car passes
but no cries
of anguish
fill the air.
And yet,
we know
what lies
on the
other side
of silence.
The world aches
where peace
is far removed
from day-to-day.
Lauren Scott (c) 2020
Thanks, again, John! I’m humbled. ๐
You are welcome again.