Beyond the portal
a world awaits--
wilderness, aesthetically planted,
protectively enclosed--
hold it all in.
Carefully manicured grass
betrays the natural setting
A facade, a futile attempt at mimicry
Lush boughs,
bending with the fruits of their fertility,
beckon--but their leaves
of so many needles
say otherwise.
Plaintive cries of birds rejoice
but mournfully--
their fragile hearts are heavy
with the passing of time.
This is the freshest air you're going to get.
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