Sunday Text

I see so many people roam,
peering only at their phone.
Why go on a Sunday walk,
if you want only the texts to talk,
not hearing the little birdies sing,
or seeing the garden adorned with nature’s bling,
returning a neighbor’s friendly greeting
and a hello ever so fleeting?
Oh, don’t make me feel shame,
it’s technology you should blame.
How can I resist,
when a texts tells me I am missed.
The phone’s ping is the bait:
“got to see it, it can’t wait.”
Gone are the times of just rambling,
through nature appreciatively ambling.