Patches of wilderness
Scattered through the city
Keep us in touch with Your earth, Lord
If we are willing to visit it
Textures of tree bark rough to the fingers
With dried grasses crunching underfoot
Scents of growth or decay
Soon after rain
Entangled with the taste of wild food
Whether sweet or sour
Impress the sight even more strongly
As it all layers together
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