A Roller-coaster Bus Ride

And here I am, sitting in a bus, en route to my college,
The road is cold as is ice in winter, and is surrounded by dense foliage.
Winter showers snow outside, but it is cold inside, both the temperature and atmosphere,
For each life that travels with me, has its head hung, not at least in shame, or in at most fear.
It is just a piece of technology has burdened their necks and deafened their ears,
Some random smileys now define what used to be laughter, and the new God has dried up their tears.
Each life has its own song to listen to, but has no story to tell, nor has it a talk to talk,
And as the devotees have even offered their eyes to it, it is too dangerous for them to alone walk.
Thinking so, I look out the window with eyes expectant, as I am now bored of seeing rocks,
And shocked am I, by what I see! An emotional dilemma of dismay and elation does lock
Me in stupefaction! For the exuberance I see is a deviant so drastic,
A realm where love is absolute and unbiased, where no act is criminal, neither is any voice caustic.
I see trees that stand tall, not in pride but as proud homes of hundreds if not thousands of fantastic
Lives that are in constant interaction amongst and within, neither do they have expressions, nor are their faces plastic.
The tree feeding a squirrel, the squirrel feeding a hawk, and the hawk transporting the tree's children across,
This beautiful unflinching acycle, that nature did set, seems to establish a hierarchy, and yet is nobody the boss.
There are some animals who are evolved, some who never will, and yet each lives its life to the fullest, without complaining its loss,
While we, the most "evolved" ones, constantly are fooling ourselves by believing to be masters of that, which has us puppets, rotting and dross.