POEM | SPIRITUAL TREE

The Future

A small, simple poem describing how our future “may” look like

Got out of bed and left my home, To go to work, riding alone.

Robots all around, humans scarce, No trees, no green, just thick and misty air.

I could see modern planes flying in the sky, One of them faulty; I guess robots are born and robots die!

“But where are the humans?” I questioned me, Because I am all alone with no one else to see.

Was I sleeping for 1000 years? Or is it just a dream that nobody cares?

If this is The Future that we would face, Then human civilization will end with nobody left to trace.