The Civilian Conservation Corps was long ago (1930s) but we see their handiwork in a few large cities. Parkways, esplanades, gardens.

Public works. One’s rather excited. One leaves it at that.
The place was beautifully democratized.
Justice, liberty, rule of shadowy lures...
Also, it’s easier for, suddenly, one has more greens to soften interruptions, using soft consonants down in one’s throat.. one’s holding firm. How many minor epochs of parallel scenery can vowels take?