MY JUNGLE HAS A CITY WITHIN IT

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. 

Hoards of trained sheep dancing to the elitists drum.
I do not live in the concrete jungle. 

I reside in the forest. 

Surrounded by massive fields of grasses. 

Walking in the shadows of tall swaying trees.

Watching rabbits run through the multi coloured valleys.

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.