The cityscape is lush,
With barreling trees of iron and concrete,
Glass luminescent with the reflection
Of clouds and sun’s rays,
I have grown accustomed to a rural home,
Where flora and fauna remain ever in view,
But here I am reminded of a different kind of beauty,
The mark of the natural still present,
But in the natural view of human presence,
human craft,
Not removed from the natural world,
But planted in it,
Grown out of it.
Human Presence
She of Letters 