I see...

I stand on the ground
One of my feet is on fresh grass
The other is on solid rock.

I look to my side
I see a field.
A fresh, healthy field,
A field with wildlife and nature,
A field with flowers and clovers,
The fresh aroma of damp grass enters my nose,
I feel safe and free.

I look to my other side
I see a city.
A dirty, polluted city,
A city with people and cars,
A city with skyscrapers and factories,
The filthy aroma of cigarettes and petrol enters my nose,
I feel intimidated and ashamed.