Sun rises bringing the curtain of fog
As the little Cessna waits its turn
Open sky and Midwest simplicity
Calls you back and makes you yearn
Complex times had turned the world
While mask and sick beds loom in fear
Peoples walk around in angry faces
And This is just half the year
May we find a place of peace
A new atmosphere of caring
Maybe relearn a little kindness
And reinvent the art of sharing .
© CMM 2020