What will be

Mechanical friend
slithers calm and free,
slowly to extend
on an unwarned tree.
The future depends
on nature to be,
All perceptions bend
eye open to see.

Roots scatter so pure,
rain waters all seeds.
Sun light a fine cure
for all lonely needs.
Opposites endure,
automated deeds.
Pats soil to secure,
fruitful guarantee.

Close partners in crime,
most uncommon peers,
connected to climb,
as headways appear.
Winds whisper and chime,
birds fly without fear,
cemented with time,
through eternal years.

With every new step,
science soon follows.
Technology swept
to build tomorrows,
All forced to accept
as options narrow.
Intelligence kept,
yesterday shadows.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 207 October 09 , 2023