Listen to The Call of the Wild
RICHMOND PARK
Touch the wind Kiss the rain
Richmond Park shows its majestic charm, also magnificent. Without a single word and untouched by human hands, she quietly shares the breath of countless living beings. Whether bathed in golden sunlight or shrouded in endless rain, she stands as Mother Earth herself—peacefully welcoming and embracing every kind of weather in her own untamed way.
Perhaps it is the vastness, or the sense of being surrounded by unspoiled wilderness that keeps people at a distance.
Perhaps she has been shaped by human hands before, once a playground for nobility, witnessing the childishness and cruelty of mankind’s hunt. Yet she remains tranquil, quietly accepting all that unfolds.
To her, humankind are but children—forever making the same mistakes until the earth’s silent retribution reminds us that humility is the only fitting response.
Unlike meticulously landscaped gardens or city parks where seasonal blossoms draw swarms of butterflies and bees, this wild expanse is home to exuberant grasses and primal, solitary trees.
There are no flourishing flowerbeds here—only the vast, boundless meadow breathing beneath the open sky. In the rustling of the grass and the whisper of the wind, one feels her timeless and enduring heartbeat, as if connecting to the very heart of the earth itself.
Can mankind truly refrain from reshaping nature, from molding it to fit our own aesthetic desires?
Parks exist to bring the gentle side of nature closer to our steel and concrete lives—a reminder that life is more than just a mechanical shell, but also includes the primal and gentle embrace of the wild.