Imagine a world
With no greenery.
With no lightning bugs,
Or fire flies.
Where children didn't catch them in jars,
To use as a night light later.
And put grass in the jars,
To nourish and feed them.
Imagine a world,
Where the trees didn't sparkle and glitter
For a few weeks in June.
Like Christmas,
Come early.
Imagine a world,
Without curiosity,
Without childhood.
Where games of House and Tag were replaced--
With screens and simulators.
Where personal connection developed through a middleman,
An electronic screen.
Imagine a world,
Where all your food was made,
Not grown,
Or raised.
Where machine made meals,
Not man and not mother nature.
Imagine a world,
Where the Sahara
Took over central park.
Where we built skyscrapers,
On what used to be farms.
Imagine a world,
Where all light was artificial,
Flourescent.
Where the sun was rarely seen,
Or appreciated.
Imagine a world,
Where birds never chirped,
And bees never buzzed,
And flowers never bloomed.
Imagine a world without lightning bugs.
Imagine a world without light.
Is that the world you want to live in?
I only entitled this lightning bugs because they were my original inspiration for the poem, as I got to thinking about how different childhood would feel without them.