We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men… In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.
“Our youth was happy: why repine
That, like the Year’s, Life’s days decline?
‘Tis well to mingle with the mould
When we ourselves alike are cold,
And when the only tears we shed
Are of the dying on the dead.”