Do we sing

when the birds call out

at the break of day

In answer to their call?

Are we in their sway?

Or are we deaf to nature's song?

Caught between screen and scream?

Nightmare and dream?

 

Do we hide away

In our digital universe?

Afraid to look up?

Entranced by the feeds

Our thoughts all dried up

Imagination in the back seat

Numbness driving

And apathy our passenger.