To preserve wild animals implies generally the creation of a forest for them to dwell in or resort to.
The lakes are something which you are unprepared for; they lie up so high, exposed to the light, and the forest is diminished to a fine fringe on their edges, with here and there a blue mountain, like amethyst jewels set around some jewel of the first water, - so anterior, so superior, to all the changes that are to take place on their shores, even now civil and refined, and fair as they can ever be.
Silence on a hill where the path ended
and then the forest below
moving in one long whisper
as evening touched the leaves.
The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
Every forest is god's garden, a fallen leaf, a life lived.
He can't see the forest for the trees.
The broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky
Lifts oer the firs her shining shield,
And in her tranquil light
Sleep falls on forest and field.
See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep:
The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.
When I had journeyed half of our life's way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray.
And yet, today the harbour is silted up, most of the city lies buried beneath sand dunes and the land has become a desert. As the population had grown and more people wanted more fields, so more of the forest that once stood around the city was cut down, until eventually it was all gone. With no roots to hold the soil, and no attempt to conserve it, it was carried away by the wind and the rain.
A political country is like an American forest; you have only to cut down the old trees, and immediately new trees come up to replace them.
Having heard, or more probably read somewhere, in the days when I thought I would be well advised to educate myself, or amuse myself, or stupefy myself, or kill time, that when a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping in this way to go in a straight line. For I stopped being half-witted and became sly, whenever I took the trouble and if I did not go in a rigorously straight line, with my system of going in a circle, at least I did not go in a circle, and that was something.
In the Ngong Forest I have also seen, on a narrow path through thick growth, in the middle of a very hot day, the Giant Forest Hog, a rare person to meet.
Flowers for the dead. Say hello to the forest.
Girl, I turn that thing into a rain forest.