My Little Meadow, The Woodland in the City

     Beautiful isn't it? It looks so peaceful and green and almost untouched by humans.

     I pass by this little slice of unused government land on my way to and from work every day. I used to think of it as a little mini-Sherwood forest and half expect Robin Hood and his merry men to jump off from the tree branches - so my imagination can really get out there but hey it can get pretty dark and gloomy if you are there on your own before the sun is high up in the sky!

     Of course, since my sojourn into Forks, I've now likened this land to a meadow. No prize for guessing why. :)  Aaah... I can just imagine my favourite couple lolling in the grass as they bask in the sun and sparkle while watching indulgently at their offspring horsing around nearby with her intended. :D

     Alas, in recent years, I have had to face this eyesore every Monday morning when I get in to work. Every! Single! Monday! Morning!!!! The area has been frequented by foreign workers on Sundays for the past few years, especially since the last piece of unused land they frequented was made into a giant mall.

 

 

 

 

     Now, I don't really care who hangs out there but is it really so hard to throw things away in the right places? We have loads of bins around too! Hence, I find such an act truly inexcusable. It's laughable that the same pair of hands can't carry out what were brought in! They are seriously demented!  But here's the biggest irony, the culprits make up the majority of domestic help in a lot of households here yet they can't even clean up after themselves!

    The public park cleaners are often found painstakingly cleaning up the area every Monday morning. The area would look pristine for six glorious days before being tainted again.  It's unbelievably rude and inconsiderate for those who have to clean it up, those who have to walk past the area and not to mention the beautiful nature itself.

     If only my little meadow could talk, it would protest the insensitivity.  This poem I've written would express its feeling most aptly, I reckon.

The Woodland in the City

I bask in the sun's loving warmth
I soak in the rain's caressing freshness
Creatures large and small congregate around me
Relishing in the nourishment and protection I bestow
I am the earth, the leaves, the trees
I am the woodland in the city
Long have I been in harmony
Admired and treasured by those around me
Aaah bliss... I am at peace

Alas, my tranquility has been broken
My purity has been compromised
For a new group has come to haunt me
Oh humans why do you suffocate me with your leavings
Come, sit and enjoy my beauty as those before you
But do not leave your clutter behind
Do not mar my beautiful soil
Let me breathe, let me breathe, let me breathe
Cease your cruelty and let me breathe!