Each month a theme is chosen for the following month’s performance.
I thought I’d try my hand at combining both themes in this poem.
THE NATURE ROOM
And here we have the Nature Room.
Step in. Do not tread on the grass.
See, we have realistic trees,
many flowers, also birdsong.
Notice the scent of fertile earth
and how the clouds appear to move.
Over there is a waterfall:
that is a recent addition.
The climate is strictly controlled.
We can simulate ice and snow,
or order Winter, summon Spring.
We are proud of our Nature Room.
It has been reproduced with care.
All that you will see and touch here
resembles the Old-World-That-Was
but is superior. Control
is the key. See how the rain falls
and how it stops. All so easy.
In the river there are salmon,
but not real fish, you understand,
for these, too, are artificial.
This river will never run dry
and not one tree will ever fall.
Technology is the answer.
Things were too slippery before
too unrestrained, disorganised.
Behold, now we control it all.
Look, we also have butterflies.
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