Urban Nectar by Shirley Jones-Luke
Chalk on the sidewalk is either extremely wholesome or extremely not. Many cities present both. Lives are lost with their final remains represented by a transitory etching on cement. It becomes a blackboard for lessons to be learned.
Up in the sky lights block out the real sky. Nighttime in a city is one where the natural beauty competes with what humanity has been working for for years. Stars refuse to see those who are blinded by their light. The rest of nature joins suit. Various trees, grasses, flowers, they leave the city. Yet the pull can sometimes be too strong as they are tempted to retain a semblance of a floor, cracking through sidewalks. With enough decay the ways of the wild return, as cobwebs and insects remind people there are still ecosystems outside of the obvious human one in a city.
Homes rest easy in the city. They wait for new residents. Seasons shift to allow for different sorts of beauty to grace the oft-traveled roads. Gems can be found in the tunnels, educations discovered when the transformation from untraveled to busy is complete. Broken things populate a lot of any city because they is always going to be those things people refuse, the impromptu sites of trash. People like to succeed in a city in any way they can through countless subcultures all of whom were created to make the loneliness less lonely.
Too much decay can result in a completely devoid place, a place whose nature feels eerie. A city is a place for activity. Inactivity rules supreme over the darkened corners, the places where bark has been stripped of its innocence. Style also sees its way through a city, the way streets sing a song for the elders, of memories past.
A child finds the things to celebrate, the new things of a city. Even the decay offers an imaginative mind a paradise. Water rushing from a hydrant and the rivers that sweep away filth, this captivates the mind. Trinities of these things let the burden of urban living fall. Divinity blesses all cities for all cities contain so many souls who need just a little protection.
Youth run cities, not children but youth. Individuals band together in cities drawn to each other out of fear of isolation. So much rests upon the inner churn of people, going to and from such centers, constantly reinventing their societies.