This us my submission in this week’s Friday Fictioneer
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As always, man thinks he can control nature, imposing himself larger than life, rigid as a cement wall. Ignorants clearing space to fill what once was green meadows, gardens of fresh scented plants , canopies of shades of green and hues of rainbow, with grey harsh identical towers.
But, the cracks of control, fatigue of cement, angry words placed by angry ones who think they own the world ‘NO TRESPASSES’ is totally ignored as the seedlings overlooked in the clearing, wind their magical branches in and out the cold metal grills. The fragrance smothering the putrid smell of cold man’s structures.