There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before. — Robert Lynd, The Blue Lion and Other Essays
- The picture.
Focus on 3 things.
- Zero Waste
- Peace Communities
Give me a land of boughs in leaf,
a land of trees that stand;
where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.
— A.E. Housman
There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks.
Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough,
to pay attention to the story. — Linda Hogan
Now, I truly believe, that we in this generation, must come to terms with nature, and I think we're challenged as mankind has never been challenged before to prove our maturity and our mastery, not of nature, but of ourselves. — Rachel Carson
I have not discovered anyone who publicly advocates pollution. Everybody says that he is against it. Yet the crisis deepens because all specific measures to remedy it are either undercut by 'legitimate' interest groups, or demands kinds of regional cooperation for which our political system does not provide. We deserve our increasing pollution because, according to our structure of values, so many other things have priority over achieving a viable ecology.
— Lynn White
We can't go on living on a planet that's two-thirds slum...
not with safety. — Arnold Smith
Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.
— Bill Vaughn
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
— Kahlil Gibran
If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.
— Henry David Thoreau
It is the public that is being asked to assume the risks...
— Rachel Carson
In America today you can murder land for private profit.
You can leave the corpse for all to see, and nobody calls the cops. — Paul Brooks
A Dream of Trees
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.
There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
— Mary Oliver
Groundskeeping in a recharge zone
Don't blow it -
good planets are hard to find.
— Quoted in Time