#SaraReads: Poem- The cure will come
Poem: The cure will come
When I was very small, I would scream and shout,
My mom would scold me and tell me not to be so loud.
Now, suddenly, the world is as quiet as a mouse.
But someday there will be a cure,
And all of us will be out of our house.
Until that day, just dream…
how the sea, the sky and mountains would have been..
So now, let the Earth get some air,
Like this, the cure will come
And soon, we will be free..
