Sacred: an original poem
If cities were sacred.
If money was not our God.
If building was not invasive.
If our ways were not flawed.
If nature grew wild,
And spirit could flourish.
If were honored our freedom,
Our hearts full of courage.
What kind of world would that be?
If we could harness our freedom, and grow with the trees?
If the flower that is us,
attained absolute freedom,
so that it could bloom?
This poem and picture make me think of The Venus Project. It's so spot on I have to assume you actually intended that.
XD I love the Venus project, but not really I just came up with this the other day when I went in a 3 hour long walk and realized how true it is that these cities we live in are literally concrete jungles
Yeah, my brainstem is often asking me where all the trees went.
