Just Yesterday

The sound of birdsong.
Butterflies in flight.
Sun casts a warm glow
on this deserted garden.
May the days begin to dream,
of yellow, green and white.
Extraneous noise of human activity.
Sweeping and seed bed digging.
If you could throw a switch,
and make everything all-right.
Take a journey to the street,
to a park, a shop, a public place.
And feel it less than hazardous.
The dreams of just yesterday.
Stay safe and this will pass.
Stick close to the land.
And appreciate all the living.