The Answer Lies in The Soil

Well, I know that this isn't one of my best... I did this while I was away and emailed it to the group. But, no matter, I'll post it anyway... The subject came from some TV show.... Can't remember it's name...


Chris shoved his way through the crowded streets, wishing fervently
that he wasn't there. The city bustled with all the cacophony that came
along with peak hour; traffic jams, crowds, and noise. Lots of noise.
Oh, to be back home in the bush, where the only sounds are those of the
birds, wind and water, the air cool and clear.
But instead he was stuck in the polluted, overpopulated, hell-on-earth
that was the Big City.
Lost in thought, and staring at the ground, Chris didn't see the tree
until he almost banged into it.
It stood there, a half dead, bedraggled hint of green in this otherwise
plastic and metal world. It's branches reached out feebly in search of
sunlight that just wasn't there, the sky being smog filled and grey.
He could practically hear it's last rattling, gasping breaths.
He wanted to help it, and his mind flicked to the scene in 'Harold and
Maude' where the two protagonists are digging up one such tree from the
poisoned ground of a city, drive it into the forest, and plant it
there.
But he knew that he could not do that, even if he did have a shovel.
Sighing in defeat, he continued on his way, leaving the dying tree
behind him.
Back home, Chris sat beneath the old gum tree that marked the border
between his block and the state forest.
Mentally comparing this huge, healthy tree to the stunted, sick one in
the city, he wondered how the human race could do such a thing. How
could they possibly plant a tree in such a poisonous, unsuitable
environment, and walk away without any twinges of guilt whatsoever?
He shook his head, and almost laughed as he remembered a line from a TV
show he used to watch, when he still had a Television:
'The answer lies in the Soil'
But whether this was even relevant to it all, he had no idea.