What is the answer to all the evening stars in their places, shining bright. Who keeps them there?
And the flowers, does anyone tell them there’s a quarantine on, and they’re not supposed to burst forth from their places?
The cats don’t care, neither do the dogs.
The ivy continues to crawl up the fence. The rosemary and lavender give out their fragrance. The climbing roses and the fruit trees grow and shine their glory.
Here’s a recipe for contentment. To do what you’re made for, in good times and bad times. Both give equal opportunities to stand out and be beautiful.
Calvin says, “Now I know you’ve lost it. You need some people time.”
The heavens declare…