Collectibles

On a walk with a bite in the air

The smell of the leaves and the grass in our hair

And the trees in the forest are orange and barren

And on we go

Counting through twenty-four hours a day

The sun is a million miles away

And the moon shows its unflinching faces of gray

And on we go

We won't Let our sense of wonder

Get dried up and plundered

And the mystery that fed our souls

Be buried in the numerals

It's really not work, It's like climbing a hill

And the priming of nature to bend at your will

Thought it was great till they sent you the bill

And on we go

Back in the day we would smile and stare

At the oceans and earth and the fire and the air

Now the screens and the speakers are everywhere

And on we go

There was dream from long ago

Where we would feed all the animals

And be sure to eat all our vegetables

Before they become collectibles

To behold it is beautiful

And to embrace it is wonderful

Watch as we replace them with tangibles

Before we become collectibles

Where will we be at the end of the day