These Times

Everyday I wake up to the same sound,
This alarm of mine that has me bound,
Bound to a place to go,
Where people 'grow'!

These people are there at the same time not,
They have come to get their lot.
These people don't want to come,
Yet they come and sit numb.

Online school this place is,
A place where nothing ever goes amiss.
A place where knowledge is bliss,
A place that is now that is hard to miss.

This is almost like a land of magic,
It transports peoples essence if not their logic.
A place the virus is not considered a hoax,
A place where the sun sails and moon walks.

"Both read the bible day and night,
One sees black while I see white."
This new life is a bane and boon,
It is like a sky without a moon.

My gaze now travels to the window,
I see a willow,
A willow lush with water droplets,
A willow who can rise higher than a thousand goblets.