My favorite parts of the concrete jungle are...

The trees that burst out of the hard ground beneath my feet
    with their branches reaching high, reaching high to the sky
The flowers that peak out of window sills
    to say hello and brighten up our day with a little color
The clovers that dance amidst the soft cool grass that serves
    as our napping quarters on those long, lazy summer days
The bushes that poke out of fronts and sides of buildings
    to give us something soft to touch amongst the concrete jungle
As we go about our business on a daily basis

I say these things because I could not imagine
    living amidst such hardness without the beautiful
    softness that Mother Nature gives to us...

by savvy-09/20/99...

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