I cross the path over the dry river bed
The trees are no longer green
In fact the trees do not resemble trees
No longer stretching outwards
They are dormant after the AI moved on to other things
No need to hang about after the seed is sown

By now the sun will have risen in the north
Set in the south and all within four hours
Twilight passes for night and day
Clouds no longer cruise the horizon
Seasons last for years
This haven replaced Earth
But I know where I'd rather be

Losing the innocence of yesterday

Constant change

It seems

Is here to stay

To smell the colours of life is to indulge in luxury

one day I will be
perhaps after a few glasses of malt
as happy and free
as a carrot in orange juice.......with salt

The power of the mind is unknown
Producing truth, fear, hope, etc, etc, +++
So many thoughts
Too confusing for anyone
Too difficult to fully control
But with practice
Silence can be found
Allowing peace in all ventures

Let us begin
Once upon a time on the third rock from the sun
Confusion was afoot
Identity unsure
Purpose unclear
All in all quite mixed up
As an outsider I observed with sympathetic curiosity
Conclusion
Perhaps better left alone until they manage to understand themselves
No rush
Maybe another thousand years