Listen to The Call of the Wild

RICHMOND PARK

Touch the wind Kiss the rain

Wide view of a grassy field with tall, blonde grass and large evergreen and deciduous trees under a blue sky with scattered clouds.
A floating platform on a calm lake with trees and cloudy sky in the background.

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.

Open field with tall grass, green shrubbery, and trees under a cloudy sky.
A solitary tree with a wide canopy stands in a grassy field, with a fallen log and branches at its base. The sky is partly cloudy, with spots of blue peeking through.
A large tree stump in a grassy area surrounded by fallen branches and logs, with a backdrop of trees and overcast sky.
Dry fallen leaves scattered on grass with some green patches.

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.

Two ducks swimming in a calm body of water with a cloudy sky reflecting on the surface.

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.

Yet the animals had to suffered from the masculinity of patriarchy, this cruel machine turns everyone into tools.