Then

I sat on the chair

looked at the trees

when the wind blew

against the leaves

the chartreuse and gold leaves danced

all over the sky

the deep navy lake was in front of me

the pearl mother swan and her three snow babies

I felt the warm spring wind touch my face

I smelled the soft flowers against my senses

I heard the songs of the cardinal birds on the trees.



Now

I sit on the chair

looking at factories

when the wind blows

against the buildings

the dangerous steel clouds moving

all over the sky

the ashen walnut dry lake is in front of me

the three muddy swans are dead

I feel the smoking clouds touch my face

I smell the gases against my senses

I heard the cars rushing on the streets



They call it "Technology."