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Highway
Drive down the road. Wind blowing your hair back, gently tugging at your scalp, wanting to be set free. Green trees as far as the eye can see. Alive, like you and me. Their gentle sway speaks to you. Came little one. Roam and share our endless lands. Be as one with nature.
Seven miles down the road, there are buildings. There is technology, industrialization; humans. The trees are sparse; set to decorate and balance the concrete. Standing still, the trees are mute.
Sometimes I wish I'd get lost in nature. Happy.