In the palm of our hands, a world resides,
A glowing screen where countless paths collide.
Whispering voices from distant lands,
Bound by signals, by invisible strands.

It buzzes softly, like a gentle breeze,
Bringing news and laughter with such ease.
A portal to the infinite, both near and far,
Guiding us like a northern star.

Yet in its glow, we sometimes find,
A solitude that can bind the mind.
With every touch, with every swipe,
We weave our stories, day and night.

So let us cherish this wondrous device,
But never forget to look beyond its guise.
For in the real world, with its tangible grace,
True connection lies in face-to-face.