Its the simple pleasures that we most often forget about.
The fresh air, the shade, and the solace that ancient trees bring to the soul.
My great branched friends are disappearing in the name of improvement.
Flat, even, meticulous, precise slabs of concrete are the only remains where life once stood.
Shelter, homes, fresh air, shade and the promise of a better future disappear with out warning.
Is this the right thing to do?
I Say NO!