Their are two woods that I know of in the area where I live. The one wood you can walk through freely, the other wood that is over the road from me is private and is only opened one day a year to the public and that is on Good Friday. I can walk along side this woodland and peer longingly in and its so enticing. I see rabbits and deers popping in and out of the wood and the bird life is amazing. We even have buzzards nesting in there which has only occurred over the past two years. Another joy is watching the buzzards soar up in the air and glide on the thermals, so majestic.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.
- Chinese proverb
in the world it will rise and spread,
and be for this place horizon
and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased with the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them.
And then we were treated to a wonderful sunset on the way home, which was truly beautiful.
We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn
from trees, that vigorous and pacific tribe which
without stint produces strengthening essences for
us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company
we spend so many cool, silent and intimate hours.
- Marcel Proust, Pleasures and Regrets, 1896