I reside in a high-rise apartment with a balcony that looks out onto the array of city lights that fill the night sky and replace the stars. Just outside the door, heritage trees tower over passing citizens, reaching out with their long, twisted branches, trying to fill as much space as possible, but the city continues to grow around the plants. In the Lion City, bright orchids and helliconia flowers run along the streets, filling the city with natural color. Singapore is where the bustle of city life becomes entangled in the serenity of a tropical island.