December 6, 2016
The sight of your cities hurts the Native Americans' eyes. Is it because we are savages and don't understand? In your cities, you can't hear or see the beauty of nature. The clatter hurts my ears. The Natives love the smell of the wind, with a hint of pine. Wind is precious because we are all connected in the sense that we share the same breath.
In the busy city, all you can smell is pollution. The skyscrapers don't allow the natural light to shine down upon your skin. The ground is made a concrete and has no life. Nature is a thing of beauty and a city doesn't breathe life. Though there could be a million people in a city, none of them are connected. Our roots come from nature. Man is made of elements that were once a part of stars. A city diminishes are birth in nature, rather it makes us more of metal, smog, and stone. They say cities are one of the greatest things in the world, but have people forgotten the gift of nature that has been presented to man from the second he took his first breath?
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