mains still in the stillness of dusk,
Yet time flows on, against its will.
Beneath the stars, the future stirs
A dream once blurred now softly purrs.
In the gleaming skies, glass towers swell.
And stars converse with minds back home.
The ancient grace of the oceans rises,
But now we sail through time and space.
No walls divide, no borders bind,
Just circuits humming, hearts combined.
A child speaks with Saturn’s ring,
while the desert forests sing.
The sun is farmed in gleaming sails,
The wind writes songs on carbon trails.
Cities breathe and gardens sprawl,
A planet healed from near downfall.
Yet still, the questions bloom like flame—
What makes us dream? What carves our name?
The future whispers, soft and clear:
*“The soul endures beyond the year.” *
So let us build with hands and grace
A kinder world in time’s embrace.
For all we seek in distant skies
Begins in one small human
About the Creator
Lajuk anjum
Stari
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Comments (3)
we sail through time and space.
Let us build the kinder world with hand in hand
This poem's imagery is really something. The idea of the sun being farmed in sails and the wind writing songs on carbon trails is so creative. It makes me think about how our technology is changing our world in ways we never imagined. But the questions it raises are deep. What does it mean for the soul to endure? How do we build that kinder world?