A world of knowledge held within your palm,
A tool for peace, a source of sudden calm.
It connects the miles and brings the distant near,
A voice of comfort for the lonely ear.
It holds your maps, your music, and your light,
A guide through shadows in the thick of night.
From education to the dreams you chase,
It puts the future in a tiny space.
But watch the screen that flickers in the dark,
For every glow can leave a hidden mark.
The silent waves, the radiation's creep,
Can steal the magic of a healthy sleep.
Invisible currents through the air they fly,
Beneath the vast and open blue-gray sky.
It tethers us to wires we cannot see,
While promising the soul that we are free.
So use the tool but do not be the slave,
And mind the health that nature freely gave.
Put down the glass before the stars grow dim,
And let the real world fill you to the brim.