There’s a Tree that I see in front of my home

I think there is an enormous gap

The Weight of the Pandemic and the World

The Candle that carries Hope throughout the nights, dark

Inclement is a funny word

We dare not go ashore lest, perchance, we get into a snare

Willows swaying by the riverside

The aching heart needs some love

Let’s cut the mournful numbers out

Enmity and Jealousy both see Virtue as a thorn