Artica: The Wonder Machine

Once upon a time

In the days of yore,

When there was poverty 

And melancholy death galore.

An intelligent man thought 

Of a noble plan,

And managed to execute it

After a long long span.

After looking at it 

The old legend has,

That it was first made 

Out of metal and glass.

It was crafting at it’s finest

For it could over perform,

Any given thing to energy 

It could easily transform.

It was a divine little device 

Better that any before had been,

Blue green in colour

With antennas and a screen.

It was a genuine machine

With a completely new power,

It count be used anywhere 

From a house to an observation tower.

And oh! Wasn’t it sold

To every corner of the earth,

It had made many things better

For all that was worth.

No more coal depleted

No more pollution in the air,

After a very long time 

Gaia was having it fair.

Now every one could have

Warmth, coolness or bright light,

No one would ever have to witness 

Winter’s dark, draughty night

Take the blistering heat of the desert 

Of the swift currents of the rain,

Worry not Mother Earth 

Thy glory thou shall regain.

True to it’s word, it turned-

The earth to a beautiful place

In the modern world history 

Fossil fuels had no trace.

As wonderful as ‘tis, alas!

Ne'er seen only heard,

Artica the wonder machine 

Was made to save this world.

Let us hope that humans 

For their esteemed morality,

Are able to turn-

This dream into reality.

A throwback to 9th grade. A fantasy poem.