An Artificial Ecosystem

 I walk down a road
Between clumps of trees
Planted by humans using plans made by machine.
It's beautiful,
One might almost think it's natural,
But nature did not plan out
The ecosystem we built.

Not quite a forest,
Not quite a swamp,
Plants grow here
That couldn't be imagined
A century ago.
The naysayers claim
This is abhorrent and wrong,
But they can't deny the sun that shines
So brightly now.

Walking through 
This artificial ecosystem,
Made with technology
That we used to shun.
I can't help but think 
That life's gotten better.

Sure, the cities are still here,
And the ecology of our planet will never be the same,
But the air is so clear,
And all around is the sound
Of insects and beast.

Yes, this is beautiful,
In a way old words can't describe.
Chaotic, and yet orderly.
Best of all, 
We now know that if things fall out of whack,
We can build them again,
Even better than they were.