- Garden City
Let there be trees, the man said, and lo and behold,
there were trees – rain trees, angsanas, flames of the forest,
casuarinas, traveller’s palms and more – springing up against
the steel and concrete of the expanding city.
Even as the true towers of the city climbed higher
and higher for the heavens, the trees were planted, transplanted,
watered, fertilised, and groomed to grow and grow.
They appeared overnight, abandoned the chaos of jungle,
bent to the will of man, grew in straight lines, in squares
and rectangles, in allocated corners, in car parks, along highways,
outside banks and buildings, faithful to the commandments
of urban developers. The hard lines of architecture were softened,
the rain did fall, the green did gently, gently grow,
and in his seventieth year, the man was pleased,
as he rested, as he viewed his work, as he felt the weight
of a nation’s soil run slowly through his old green hands.