The forests of tomorrow will be metal spires
With no sticks, leaves, or colors
Who lick the clouds and pierce the sky
Yesterday’s trees, mere antiquity
Rivers will not run with water,
And will not flow or move

And will be weaved of blackened stone
And will bake under the heat of the sun

Man will control the water
Through a complicated series of tunnels beneath their feet
To which they will use the tunnels to transport waste
And build islands in the ocean

Mountains will be shaped by man
They can no longer block our paths,
And they live in fear that we will pierce through their hides
Like gods kneeling to their creations
The night will be poisoned by light

And the stars will be forced down to earth
For the heavens are too bright

And the constellations will live by the rivers,
Slaving away to light their stony skins
Buffalo will not run on hooves

And will evolve to move on spinning rubber
They will not deviate from the surface of the rivers

And will not think without the will of man
Birds will soar with wings of steel

And grow to mighty proportions
They will be naked and featherless and cold
And will feed on oil to survive
The plains will be dominated by mighty, speckled beasts
With ravenous appetites and useless horns
Who’s existence itself poisons the wind

And yet their only purpose in life is to die
Hens will grow when man tells them to grow
They will eat when man tells them to eat
They will be born when man wills it

And will die the very same way
Man will move and think like ants
Always scuttling from place to place
Working to feed their lazy monarchs
Who watch while the workers prepare their greens
Our bodies will be granted power
From magical beans in liquid form
We will outgrow the virtues of patience
And man will attempt to outpace time

Man will develop a hive-mind
Using slabs of lightning which fit in their pockets
To which we will use our new means of communication
Not to make peace,
But to express how much we hate one another
Children will not know the feeling of grass

And will meet friends without knowing their faces
They will hold the means to infinite knowledge
But will be insulted for their lack of wisdom
Wars will be fought with fire and poison
Arrows will shrink and survive past the age of bows

And they will rain in storms of light

And we, the common folk, will watch from the safety of our homes
Trade negotiations will be deployed as threats

And trust will be built using fear as its bricks

And we will form bonds not out of love for our neighbors,
But out of hatred for our enemies