Mother O Mother, There Isn’t Another

She burnt as heat was trapped. 
Her lungs huff and puff whilst only trauma had her back. 
Oh mother, why are my children so deadly? 
My roots sob as my surface throbs 
ruining my structure carved so complexly. 
It’s sad, there is no more wrath. 
Virus strolls on the path, once in a century it had to be. 
Travel bans did they yell, but good for me. 
Less planes and less cruises,
It has been a plunge to the economy. 
Boy they scream economy at least I am 
Contamination free. 
Less pollution has been good for me. 
Lockdowns and shutdowns and closures  
Should have taught them to be disciplinary. 
The virus is gone and so is my peace 
But better they behave, I hope. 
Mother is hurt 
Now give me some comfort. 
You and I shall now live in harmony.