Do we remember trees?

The thrill of screens -

The scrolling cast of

Characters in greens

And blues and scarlets

Flash and key our 

Focus away from leaves.

Or needles. Or the

Hard-grown, textured bark

And bit of anything 

Without a pixel count.

Should we neglect the veined

Miracle of Photosynthetic

Energies from light, the very

Substance of our bodies?

Even as our potted plants

Disintegrate on the sill,

Sans water, sacrificed for our

Synthetic, gigabit/day flow?

That flow will not feed us.

Will not thrive our people.

Will wall us off from 

Folk and Foliage until, while

Dark and blue-cast shadows

Cross our faces, we

Wither down to bone.

Do we remember trees?

The thrill of screens -

The scrolling cast of

Characters in greens

And blues and scarlets

Flash and key our 

Focus away from leaves.

Or needles. Or the

Hard-grown, textured bark

And bit of anything 

Without a pixel count.

Should we neglect the veined

Miracle of Photosynthetic

Energies from light, the very

Substance of our bodies?

Even as our potted plants

Disintegrate on the sill,

Sans water, sacrificed for our

Synthetic, gigabit/day flow?

That flow will not feed us.

Will not thrive our people.

Will wall us off from 

Folk and Foliage until, while

Dark and blue-cast shadows

Cross our faces, we

Wither down to bone.