I Came As A...
/I Came As A Distant Call
(Engineered Imagination)
Once upon a time Earth existed,
but the ever-expanding Universe
imbalanced the Milky Way;
explosions came from all sides.
comets and cosmic debris made
an impact. Few intergalactic civilizations gave
some help, but only few spaceships
managed to evacuate intact.
Now, humans live in another nebula.
Trees were once the pride of their home,
but now they are just practical
modified art expression
of a long-distanced pra-pra-civilization.
The leaves are buttons of function.
They trigger action. The branches are
well-thought service divisions
evoking feeling of all seasons
-producing oxygen with aroma of mountain,
of blooming meadows, of mystic ocean,
of snow or sounds of rain.
So, they can navigate the mood of the day.
They do not bare fruits,
but give you delicious nutritious juice.
The trees can sing songs of all kinds of birds
that once were nesting on earth;
The trees produce breeze or playful winds,
animal calls of mating and love,
sounds of thunders and roar.
They can change the colors of the décor.
Only, only...one thing they don’t do
(I have to admit, as a person who came to you
from the future). When you hug them,
you cannot feel them friendly and sweet,
because they have no roots and soul.
Now you know what are going to be
the trees of the future.
They are product of engineered imagination.
Did I mention, I came as a distant call?
That’s all.
By Petrouchka Alexieva
From: United States