just look they call it a concrete jungle and beyond the skyscrapers lays surburbia little and big houses, brick and wood paneling some modern, some old, some split in surburbia the trees of the forest endless open scenes seem faraway everything is boxed but there are the bats that fly overhead each night cockatoos like rockstars on the road tiny snails inching along foxes sneak at night, in and out of fences mushrooms grow unplanned on the edge of the footpath ducks swim in constructed ponds nature is far yet not so far they call it going back to nature; but it never left just look it’s still a jungle out there