A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.
There is no such thing as magic, though there is such a thing as a knowledge of the secrets of Nature.
This is our world, although the people who drew this map decided to put their own land on top of ours. There is no top or bottom, you see.
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.
Is the spring coming?' he said. 'What is it like?'… 'It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…'
What we call Man’s power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.
If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.
Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has traveled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my daydreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is forever visible, its broad disk just skirting the horizon and diffusing a perpetual splendour.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
Nature is a chain reaction. One thing follows the other, everything is dependent on something else. The smallest is as important as the largest.
Not just beautiful, though – the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
Nature so works in that everybody gets a turn at getting what they deserve in one way or another.