On my way back from a Press TV interview this evening, I saw a sad sight on the corner of the street where I live. Three beautiful trees, formerly living lush trees, chopped up and flattened on the sidewalk.
For the past two days, I’ve seen men with chainsaws by the trees – and I foolishly thought they were simply trimming the trees, removing the branches that were falling onto the cars in the parking lot.
I wanted to believe they were only trimming the trees.
On certain blessed mornings, I would be awoken to an orchestra of rich music, an orchestra of bird songs.
Those three trees were the only patch of green in several blocks — from Hamra to Commodore street. The trees didn’t take up any “space” — they were merely on a small strip between a parking lot and a sidewalk.
Where will the birds sing now? Will we only hear caged birds sing in Hamra now?
How can we protect our remaining green spaces from the greed, the insatiable greed, of the ugly concrete?