Ode to the stories told to the Children of the Future.

O how they scoff’d, the Children did marvel,
When I spoke of the billion apples,
And the millions that starved still.

Of the sad faces unkissed and books unread,
As the blue giant crept in-between us;
And glowed in our bed.

Of crisp blue skies, an Amazon brimming with trees,
Smoke filling our eyes, we put it to flame,
and fell to our knees.

Of feathered birds that would sing and tweet
When people said ‘hello, and how are you?’;
Instead of hunch down the street.

They said I was mad and had gone too far,
Did I just say that before Google;
We searched for the stars.