The birds huma happy song Reclaiming lost skiesWhere they belongSo much going rightfor mother natureReinstated partlyTo original statureQUARANTINE+VE

The waters are a crystal blueUncluttered mindsReplenished anewSo much going rightfor mother natureReinstated partlyTo original statureQUARANTINE+VE

The grass is a brighter shade of lushLife devoid of maddening rushSo much going rightfor mother natureReinstated partlyTo original statureQUARANTINE+VE

The trees are a deeper hue of greenComplicated livesDecrypted clean So much going rightfor mother natureReinstated partlyTo original statureQUARANTINE+VE

Disparage not the modest wordI tell all Ye guys, beholdBecause Words canbloodlesslymove Mountains, I’m told

Hardships may last perhaps a bit longerBut cleansed of excesses We’ll come out stronger

Studded with optimism values and honourA better world Is round the corner

Rising from ashesDefeating the scepticWe’ll build a new worldBrick by brick

Amidst some disorderTiffs and tearsThere’s also lovecamaraderie and cheers