Spring In Isolation (Poetry)

They’re having Spring without us
the birds are doing fine
buds break while no one watches
the leaves unfurl on time

There’s no one there to witness
the greening of the wood
we’re stuck in isolation
cooped up for our own good

Earth goes about its business
it has no need of us
the flowers bloom regardless
with none to fret or fuss

Perhaps it’s all a lesson
to put us in our place
for Nature doesn’t give a fig
about the human race