As I was walking about today, I realized how Blessed I was to live in such a blended infusion of nature and human construction.
You think Toronto, being one of the largest cities in the world, and your mind automatically conjures a landscape of concrete, steel and pavement.
Fact being, Toronto is a jungle of such.
Phallic towers reaching for the celestial beyond.
Endless paved paths to more paved paths.
Endless paved paths to more paved paths.
Hoards of trained sheep dancing to the elitists drum.
I do not live in the concrete jungle.
I do not live in the concrete jungle.
Surrounded by massive fields of grasses.
I live in Toronto.
A city where even a litter filled gully looks beautiful in it’s own way.
A city of trees and intrusive dwellings can be seen through the scratched graffiti of a bus window.
Where nature shields vehicles from the sun.
I live in the jungles of Toronto and wander through its scenery, greenery and mosaics of man-made towers and homes.
And I smile.
For I am Blessed to be alive in a lively city within a bustling jungle of Mother Nature’s majestic creation.
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