Countryside

Man has soared into space
Built giant skyscrapers
Harnessed the power of the tides
Built roads and highways
robots and  supercomputers,
Resorts and theme parks
And understood artificial intelligence

He flies in jets
Owns yachts
Drives a porsche
And lives in palatial bungalows
He has made billions
Servants at his beck and call
Yet why is there a void?

In  the countryside
Time stands still
Cattle graze listlessly in the green pasture
Farmers sing an invocation to nature
while they plough the field
And when its harvest time
They’re content with what they reap

© copyright skm, 22nd June, 2011

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