I look out the window,

The sun meets my eye,

It slowly continues to creep up the sky.

The picture is perfect, no borders in sight,

No pixels controlled to the highest of bright.

The birds in the trees with their families so sweet,

Some sweeter than songs that the others may tweet.

I wonder why they can be one all together,

I guess what I lack is just one ruby feather.

They sit on their perch and enjoy the sun rise,

The beauty of nature, the wonders it hides.

It reminds me that all of it's going to waste,

As most of us reach for our smartphones with haste.

We indulge in this gift, what technology makes,

But forget of the gift we are putting at stake.

The beauty of nature outside of our doors.

The ceiling, the walls, the borders, the floors.

To put down the phone is to set ourselves free, to explore all the boundaries we now hardly see.

I guess what those birds have taught me, per say,

Is to drop all technology starting today.

I'll gather it up and dismantle it all, untill we see that the wild has cast out these calls,

we haven't not heard 'cause we wander these halls.

So get out there,

enjoy it,

use all of your might.

Get out there and see what I saw with my sight

Then maybe few people will start worldwide change.

Technology's a shortcut, I'll take the long way.