Tree Tops and AI

 
moment to moment  
in the shadows today  
quietly listening to nature sing and grieve
 
things are swiftly changing
sometime my mind reels
seventies child...windy
watching the leaves silently sing
 
feeling the era
summer days were long
neighborhood children making up their own games outdoors
 
shaded afternoons up a tree dreaming
creating my own worlds
my favorite tree my protector
green my favored company
 
bike rides dreaming of the life I would like
and when my garden dream house would come
now it's concrete and hard out there
 
while AI dictates what we are led to see
still there are gentle beings looking in
asking what are tears