I can be called many things, but a tree hugger is not one of them. At the same time I’ve always had a deep respect for nature, if not environmentalists. One of the things I remember while helping with some small harvests of trees is watching them fall to the earth. Here Henry David Thoreau expresses it most colorfully as he watches a tree fall to the earth.
How slowly and majestically it starts! as if it were only swayed by a summer breeze, and would return without a sigh to its location in the air. And now it fans the hillside with its fall, and it lies down to its bed in the valley, from which it is never to rise, as softly as a feather, folding its green mantle about it like a warrior, as if, tired of standing, it embraced the earth with silent joy, returning its elements to the dust again. But hark! there you only saw, but did not hear. There now comes up a deafening crash to these rocks, advertising you that even trees do not die without a groan. It rushes to embrace the earth, and mingle its elements with the dust. And now all is still once more and forever, both to eye and ear.
— Henry David Thoreau’s Journal, Dec 30, 1851
This is a quote selected by the author of a book titled “The Language of Plants” that I have started reading. The idea of that “trees do not die without a groan” is startling. Its a different way of viewing nature. I find it comforting.