The palace’s grounds were, as usual, well-ordered and maintained.
Squared-off hedges and bushes, trees of several kinds in orderly rows.
Level gravel paths, even in inaccessible areas, well combed.
Evenly placed benches, some sitting in front of signs hung on strong wires, reading “forbidden to enter.”
Yes, it is a green place, but it is not a forest where I would feel at home.
Here is the quintessential statement of our manipulation of the world, all ego and ambition, purposefully reckless toward our surroundings, disrespectful of Nature’s ways.
I walk away, unfulfilled.