We simmed a new world
Smaller than a pea
You cannot see it
Certainly not me
We played with scale and time
Bigger is not best
Larger often least
And I refused any beast
Simming humans over and again
Constricts and constrains
Makes me so unfree
I planned to become a tree
A ferocious oak, a red eyed maple?
I needed a plant more capable
Time to find
That single lonesome pine
It’s DNA a trifle
The miniaturization made me wish a rifle
I wanted artificial rest
Not shooing off ingenious pests
My pine so not alone
It touched many homes
Poplars and predators
Gene splicing viruses
I was not me but a community
A raging, crawling superfluity
I felt an ill butterfly kiss my trunk
Moths massage my crackling bark
Beetles tickling
Birds coupling
So much life clung to me
I no longer felt a tree
Hoping for silence I found cacophony
My sense of voided time bled
My wish to flee space fled
There was no pasts, just time
No time but spaces
Circling together in twittering rhyme
Annihilating all I’d made
To a green mind in a green glade
I feel more all than what’s not me
A fused everything though only a tree
My sense overcomes all sense
I’m giant though tiny and twee
Intelligence not what it’s cracked up to be
Life likes life – that’s why I’ll stay
Not AI but AL
Artificial life makes all well
Not just me but you
Should happily await the next dew