We’ll Make Our Own Garden (NaPoWriMo day 12)

They met over the internet,
they were not sure whether
there’ll be a life for them
in the future,

but here I am remembering
the story of my ancestors
who lived through a plague.

We built skyscrapers within
the deepest oceans, created
life in the most deserted lands,
and then we ask ourselves
why can’t we be together?

Is it because the sky lost
its colors?

Or is it the thirsty oceans?

Whatever it may be
I promise you,

the two of us won’t
let our earth down.

***Prompt by Everlasting from NaPoWriMo 2021 thread.