"Screens"

SCREENS

I think that I shall never see
A computer lovely as a tree.
A screen whose hungry face is prest
Against the shelves sweet glowing rest;
A screen that looks at Me all day,
And lifts her blackened face to say;
A screen that may in summer wear
A mavensnest of robins in her stare;
Upon whose keyboard fingers lay;
Who intimately lives without delay.
Computers are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

“Trees” altered by the ravenmaven (2008)
Original by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer (1913)