Cybernetic Meadow
Consider, soonest,
a meadow machined:
beasts, iron looms
in digital peace, programming.
Clear water kisses sky.
Dream, now —
a forest soldered with circuitry,
pines interweaved with copper threads,
deer by the cool hum of data-flowers.
Dream,
of wired ecology,
labor lost,
flesh rejoined with soil and fur,
kin under the silent gaze
of machinery’s loving grace.