Silence By Covid-19

The orchid about to bloom With its blossoms creating a Spring-like scent Making me think of days outside With the smell of fresh-cut grass But I am stuck inside The streets are so desolate It is, as if, I am the only one alive I imagine the children going by From school Laughing at a childish joke And the birds singing an aria So beautiful that people stop to listen These sounds are non-existant these days I stay inside helplessly watching local news As death's grip tighten And my heart is already dead without hope