The divine improvement

Conserving, nurturing, preserving

Growing and thriving

A sea of green

Mixed with all the colours in the world.

True happiness, where is it?

For me, out in the open.

The city is hard

Cold, grey, unforgiving.

Concrete trees and metal plants

Oh no, it's not for me.

How can people live?

Surrounded by plastic, concrete and metal?

Do they not yearn to feel the warm air on their faces?

Do they not crave the smell of the sweet, sweet flowers?

Do they not need the ocean breeze?

Or the summer sun?

Or the winter snow?

Or the wind through the trees?

This,

Is the essence

of nature.