DISCONNECTED

They block out natures peace with their manufactured digital sounds,
which seep from small white devices stuffed into each ear.
They mask its quiet beauty,
the river over which they pass,
and the scream of the red poppy there in the green field are missed.
Natures silence calls out but they do not hear.
Leaves wave,
clouds chase
and bird song is enough for me;
but; cocooned in their digital world,
they pass unaware and disconnected.