Walking down a path that’s filled with trees and birds singing is amazing. It’s about a five minute walk. It’s red,green and brown below , blue,gray and green above. Specks of purple, pink, yellow and white in the foreground.
Bushes make up the walls, as trees spread out and make a roof. In the middle a home.
There is a new home going up.
It’s big and grey. Cold. Stone. The house is built beautifully, that I can’t deny.
They’ve cut all the trees. I mean all. Not even one was left. So you can basically see the house. It’s right in your face.
The wall is made of stone. No green thornbush.
It sticks out like a sore thumb.
I think it looks proud.