A strong, stable mass rises gently above the veil of blue: nature's smog. These mountains escape the bustle of the bush beneath it, perched proudly above the clambouring tree tops. The bush, as busy as a cityscape, holds hostage the vital cogs of ecostystem, directing the traffic of its living, breathing participants.
Then, the humans.
They clatter and they bang with little dignity but enough urgency to match the trees clear purpose as they rise, rise, rise. Blue by day, blue by night.
Curiously, the eucalyptus trees can only reproduce through the burning of their seedlings. Ah! Humans!
How creative your destruction can be.