As screens light up with endless feeds,
Our minds grow numb to nature's deeds.
The muse of art, now pushed aside,
As gadgets steal our creative stride.

Technology, our constant friend,
May drive us to a digital dead end.
For as we lose our imaginative spark,
Our soul's voice fades into the dark.

So let us pause and look around,
Unplug, breathe, and hear the sound
Of inspiration, that whispers low,
And brings our creativity to glow.