Nature in a city

I was walking home back up the hill when I reached the Circus in Bath. I paused to take a photo of the trees that take up the centre of the Circus and was struck by the sheer size of the trees. In my first year of university my flatmates and I drunkenly ended up there by accident, and attempted to get our arms all around a tree, linked arm in arm. These trees are so large, is this what a forested England would look like? If more of our world's natural beauty were allowed to flourish?

 This picture, taken from the window of my flat shows those same huge, majestic trees, only now it looks different. Rather than the natural beauty you get from seeing them, it conveys the feel that they are a relic of a long gone past, a single green fleck in an urban sprawl, allowed to remain simply because it creates an illusion of beauty and nature.
And yet, despite the many, many yellow stoned buildings it is surrounded by, these trees are still clearly visible, rising above the rooftops. Even though, over the course of history, England's natural landscapes have vanished, these trees serve as a reminder to me, that although mankind can achieve much, so can nature, and remembering this seems important to me. We have just one world, one chance, let's try and keep those trees alive, and through that, the rest of us.