Well here I go Rachael 2020 Oh what a year 2020 was. People looking out there windows and no one to be seen. The heart ach of families far and near People wondering all over the world are we ever going to be normal again. Families lifting there love one's up with positive words. People giving and sharing what little they have trying to lift each other up to a better place. 2020 has shown what is important and what we take for granted.

OK this is a good one can mean so many thing. Will try later to write one

@Naino Masindet this is beautiful

Not really. I think it all depend what the poem is trying to tell.

Thank you Rachel. Not really a poet. But I dabble a bit.

In The Wee Hour's As I lay here in my bed, in the wee hours of the morning. The moon shining through a gap in the curtains onto the wall casting shadow's of the trees outside. I listen in the silence, what can I hear. The rustling of the nocturnal creatures looking for food. In the distance a fox's call for its partner. The clock by my bedside ticking and seems to be getting louder with every tick. Oh how I wish I could just close my eyes and drift off to sleep but my brain is having none of it. Roll on day break when all my nightly thoughts fade away into a new day.

And sun sparking on the ribbling water.