Two Trees and Three Pigs

Ground pregnant with wetness, the two lone trees stood in the walled compound, on three sides there were walls, on the other ran a drain, a fetid mosquito ridden drain, not much in width, but so intense, that odor competed with any far away incense, a little distance from enclosure, train lanes ran haywire, the area was abandoned, and very badly used, all residents around there, within a mile and more, came and threw garbage, and used it as dustbin, drain and garbage drew civil pigs around, I saw a trio of them, snivelling the dirtiest, and shovelling into them, they had grown and gathered fat, and were in pink of health, the drain and its fertiliser, also kept tress flushed, there green, had the sun quite hushed, in that densely populated mile, where man killed man, for an inch of ground, here was substantial land, that was inhabited by three pigs, and two trees, which made it their stand.