Lost Seasons Poem by Nick F. Hawkins

Technology consumes us
Through summer, fall,
Winter, and spring,
Until we hand down
Our way of being a human being
To our off spring in the midst
Of summers heat,
We set our future seedsto fall
By winter while they're eyes
Are glued to cellular screens,
When's the last time we've seen
Lemonade stands or houses
In trees in the summer breeze,
Our future is falling through winter
And spring,
Summer will never be the same again
Because we've lost the human
Connection that built the bells
For our freedom to ring