Urban jungle

En pleno centro de Singapur, desde City Hall a Outram Park, rascacielos, lujosos hoteles, condominios y HDBs, templos budistas y foodcourts alternan sus muros de cemento y cristal con frondosos árboles que apaciguan el ardor del asfalto.

Árboles que parecen centenarios, árboles que se han preservado a la hora de remodelar la ciudad, pequeños pulmones que han subsistido a la implacable conquista del hombre.

Budha Tooth Relic Temple

Maxwel foodcourt

Neil Road

Bain Street

I think that I shall never see
 A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
 Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

 A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 A tree that may in summer wear
 A nest of robins in her hair;

 Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
 Who intimately lives with rain.

 Poems are made by fools like me,
 But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer