The sunbeams radiate on to the life that bears the woodlands. On to the overgrown beast that employs denizens throughout. The bushes and shrubs and all the life in between connect with one another within the plot. Voicing their opinions of the moles that disrupt the town. The roots grow in harmony. Wrapped in a vice, as one single entity. The rations given are enough to allow the city to flourish. They welcome immigrants into the town. They believe everybody is equal, whether crippled or not. They feed off one another as does a worm to an apple. But, they give back reasonably to the other inhabitants. Making way for expansion and thriving. Vibrant works of art lay unsold with the scenery that has been displayed. Upon arrival, the matter in the town greets you with open leaves and majesty. Those coming in are treated like kings and queens, gods and goddesses.