Concrete ReasonsA Poem by AstroAnother urban write, contemplating city design.
As I stare at trees
who's roots are buried beneath concrete and brick I laugh at the ridiculous practice we have of trying to keep some accent of 'Nature' about us so that we aren't completely oblivious to the fact that 'Nature' exists. Plotting and potting trees and flowers grid-like throughout the city streets. A 'Natural' setting indeed! I smile again... thinking, if the forest was a work of precision with pathways and mountains of specific proportions so that, all valleys ran east to west to allow more sunshine for the flowers and the grass and rivers and streams, ran north to south appearing like they are the broken water from the wombs of mountain Goddesses spilling at their feet and running free into the wild. 'wild and free' Such bizarre visions. Tree-planter's believe in this vision, they plant new forests with each tree seven feet apart, line after line. A handful of pennies for a handful of dirt. Stamped down again and again... like an evergreen army in formation, all together following the cadence of, "ch-ching ch-ching". Where do all the pennies go? They become concrete reasons for 'urban forestation'.
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