Poem

'Help Us'

The moon comforts the earth as she begins to change,

Busy streets,

The constant beeps,

It isn't quiet anymore,

The things that used to scare us, 

we now adore.

"Help us" says the earth,

for we have gone too far,

I was never meant to revolve around a phone and a car.

I give wind to the trees,

water to the lakes,

but how technologies' disruption makes my back ache.

"Mr. Moon, is there a way our of this mess?"

"Not that I know of dear friend,

I must confess,

It's grasp tightens as the days go by, 

It's no use crying,

Just F.Y.I".