A poem composed for my daughter, Karly Xyan, as part of her online class test on the Covid.

The world that ails from this
Virus that halts within
Every man that kiss
Illness so inhumane.

Every one to be
Shut inside of the walls,
Not to fly as the bee,
Of nectar, flower falls.

From home we learn to seed
The lessons teacher plants,
In our minds, they do feed,
Colors of future rants.

May the virus leave us,
May we be as healthy
As the sun rise, and thus
Gleams with hope aplenty.

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