The Future Poem by Paul Butters

The day is near:
When science reigns supreme,
And genes are modelled into creatures new.
I see a vision of peace:
Endless fields of corn.
Golden.
Rippling in the sun.
Cool pools of shimmering blue,
Nestled beneath a golden terrace.
A snaking pathway,
Leading to a forest.
Dancing butterflies.
Humming bees.
Stingless.
Nothing but flowers, insects;
Winging birds and singing trees.
Lions tame, who eat what’s new
In meat-like substitutes.
A world of flowers, bees, and ever ripening fruits.
The day is near.
If only Man will let it come to pass.

(Notes: Copywrited as 1997 but Written much earlier. This is ONE view but I am aware there is quite a different alternative!) .