To the child of the wireless grid

I wish I could help you see the world beyond your smart screen-
And teach you that the plural of mouse is mice not 'mouses'-

Which doesn't 'click' alone but squeaks too,
That the gaming fun can be experienced outdoors 
Where sunlight dances with a gentle breeze 
And the sights and sounds are not that of a static screen,  
But a medley of cries - melodious and cacophonic, alive in every breath 
Unlike the perpetual combat mode - with the rifles rooting n swords swooshing.
Where instead, you can set the ball rolling 
in gentle camaraderie.
Beyond your smart screen and the maze of the virtual world 

There are secret alleyways and hidden treasures too-
In the world of nature - from the bud to the butterfly , nothing ever ceases to amaze 
When you pause from that manic race & media craze and take a deep breath,
Feel the real for once, without having to stand on the ledge of validation for a viral reel!
Fight the virus of the wireless grid, my dear child,
Let the storm troopers of mother nature barrage those walls of the virtual world,
Hear the knell of the death star - before it detonates fully 
Free your human self from those morphing avatars of the multiverse 
For this real-life quest, 'May the force be with you!'

Uma.S

Photo courtesy: AI prompts