The landscape is tended carefully around here,
rich with rainstorm-fueled grass
and trees with rainbow blossoms,
releasing enough pollen
to coat the city three times over.
If you let the pink and orange flowers catch
your eye, you almost won't see
the looming brick and glass tower
that holds the thousand failed experiments
of your dreams.
A/N: This is revised from the opening poem of NaPo 2016: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=406&t=104933#p1311901