The very best thing to come out of this current situation is that the earth; nature, is getting a chance to breathe.
Every morning now I listen to birdsong outside my window and I can hear even the tiniest of birds.
I can hear them at noon when I’m out walking and I can hear them settling at night.
I found this poem on Google, it seems quite apt
Miranda Renea May 2016
Birdsong Have you ever heard the birds sing?
Everyone is always listening to
Lifeless steel hanging at their side;
It follows as they switch their hip
And walk on by. Sometimes, I wonder,
Why haven’t you heard the birdsong?
No cars rushing by, no trucks or vans….just the gentle breeze and birdsong. Long may it last.
Not Just a Granny 