A canopy of green and brown protects the tender ground from the penetrating sun. Creatures, big and small, live a life they were meant to live in these lands untouched by the creative hands of mankind. Some prance from branch to branch, some lazily lie in the uncemented soil. A stream of water stealthily slithers through the rocks, unforgiving to the obstacles, and fooling the rising heat. When it rains, water droplets seep through untroubled mud, a fortune their city-brothers seldom seem to have. There is survival, there is life, and there is experience. An experience clouded to man by towering blocks of commercialisation, which he proudly calls his building. Barren, yet built.