natural complexityNatural Complexity By: Hope Dunbarnatural complexity
In a place where honks belong not to geese but to small multi-colored beasts, where metallic trees rise above the two-legged ants that scurry pointlessly below, a plant is an intruder and the cement is the native. What was once a great mass of immense trees, crystalline rivers, and gold woven prairies is now converted into a land covered with liquefied rock and plastic. A world within walls, the forest is a relic of a time long passed, of a world which cannot survive without conscious protection.
In a land where the natural
I am so honored
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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