Put up a parking lot

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” ― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

I went outside for a walk today.

I heard the sounds of lawnmowers, the sounds of traffic and vehicles.

I heard a singular bird chirping in the distance.

I heard a Canada goose honk in the distance.

I did not hear insects.

No hum of bees amongst the dandelions.

No frog croaks.

Only one bird chirping.

Where I work is surrounded by woods within the uptown of a city.

In years past it would be nothing to see the geese in the pond, their chicks growing like wild flowers.

The birds would be a cacophony of music against the thrum of society.

Even the breeze seems to have lost it’s bluster…

What have we done?

Joni Mitchell – Big Yellow Taxi

About NB Gwen

I'm me, I work, I play, I'm a bit unique - but I guess that's all in perspective
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