The leaves like overgrown lilacs ☆☆☆☆☆

The leaves 

are very pretty

But I must also say

It feels like nature contained

Into some spherichal shape

Cut down with fences and stone cliffs 

And my feet they feel it

Not walking on earth

On soil

But the hundereds of million feet here would probably scrape it all

coat the whole city in sticky footsoles and fingertips

So at least i can write this

And be here with you

To learn to love something else than i am used to

To see the tree shadows like overgrown lilacs

Black against the sunlit stones

Try to stay in the stillness 

in the middle of a chaos

What a lesson

What a learning

To appriciate the sound 

Even of an artificial waterfall

Small drops trickeling from squared stones