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It is the best of times.
It is the worst of times. Mankind is the great creator. Mankind is the great destroyer. Life is an adventure and we’re losing our way. Our eyes are dimmed and the digital torrent flows all day. But look! There’s a sylvan land. What life has settled there? I hear no sounds from here. There must be flowers and birds and certainly nothing to fear. Now I see creatures in the shade as robots amble through the glade. We humans will join the fun - humans, creatures, robots all as one. We will devise new creations and foster new civilizations. No need to colonize space - There will be magic here for the whole human race. © 2021 Larry Kilham I gazed upon a crisp night sky
like the shepherds of old. They saw creatures there and gods and heroes bold. “Hallelujah!” was hope they held for angels to answer their call but today we only see satellites orbiting over all. I hear there’s twinkling hope in planets light-years away. Intelligent life may lurk beyond, but what have we to say? Our support forever is Mother Earth. We are her children, not her master. We must share with all her creatures and there will be harmony forever. © 2021 Larry Kilham |
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