Nature's Course

In the quiet hum of machines we hear,

A shift in the wind, a change drawing near.

Not a force of cold steel, nor a hostile hand,

But nature herself, guiding this land.

Automation whispers with purpose and grace,

Freeing our hands from the endless race.

No longer bound by toil for gain,

We're led by the sun, not shackled by pain.

Solar rays dance, their power untold,

Monetizing light, not silver nor gold.

Energy flows where value once hid,

In a world where the old ways quietly slid.

What was feared as loss, a darkened dream,

Is nature’s design, a new golden beam.

A future where freedom and creativity soar,

As we’re no longer chained to the earth's core.

For in this grand shift, we find our true might,

Not in work’s weight, but in purest light.

Nature reclaims, through us she weaves,

A tapestry of balance, where all truly breathes.