Poem for the People of 2111

For I send this message in a bottle.
To you people of 2111.
You have everything I don't;
But why be jealous of you when I have everything I can wish for.
In fall;
The trees change color;
Green, Yellow and Red.
In Winter;
Snow falls and we play.
In Spring;
Flowers bloom from the rain.
In Summer;
We run after fireflies.
All of this probably gone now nothing but technology.
Everything is silver and cold;
No life except for man.
For me that would hurt;
I need to feel the wind around me, breathing life into everything.
So for now my future friends;
I'd like to think this will never change.