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The urge to leave began with the idea of cricket song. Dex couldn’t pinpoint where the affinity had come from. Maybe it’d been a movie they watched, or a museum exhibit. Some multimedia art show that sprinkled in nature sounds, perhaps. They’d never lived anywhere with cricket song, yet once they registered its absence in the City’s soundscape, it couldn’t be ignored. They noted it while they tended the Meadow Den Monastery’s rooftop garden, as was their vocation. It’d be nicer here if there were some crickets, they thought as they raked and weeded. Oh, there were plenty of bugs—butterflies and spiders and beetles galore, all happy little synanthropes whose ancestors had decided the City was preferable to the chaotic fields beyond its border walls. But none of these creatures chirped. None of them sang. They were city bugs and therefore, by Dex’s estimation, inadequate.

This is from the first page of A Psalm For The Wild Built by Becky Chambers. Your post reminded me of it, you may enjoy reading it.

This country sucks so bad.

That is not a comparison.

Is that some ollas I see?

Depends entirely on the type of tree and type of vines.

A local tree surgeon, hippy, or naturalist (not to be confused with a naturist!) will likely be of more help than randoms on the global net. They can look at it up close and see what we can’t.

Generally though, nature is best left to do its thing. If the trees aren’t showing any signs of suffering because of the vines then just leave nature to do its thing.

I don’t think the Gates Foundation has any principles in common with Solarpunk technology.

4.5bn views out of a world population of around 8bn?

Sure. Totally legit, definitely human views. Certainly no shenanigans involved.