Crops and dust
Cluster of clouds in the sky
What have you become man
You maneuver between the dead
During lifetime
And space dust is sowed
Fills empty space
A bear dies of a bullet
A deer roars with full breast
Rooted to a chair
Human with a computer
Fully integrated
I drink coffee
And plants are on the fields
They will be crops soon
Another year will pass
We’ll be older again