Quotes About Nature

I wanna see it all. I wanna see bears and deer and elk and birds and eagles and hawks and fish. I wanna see a hawk catch a fish while dive-bombing a deer. I wanna feed one of my little sisters to something bigger'n me. It's gonna be like frickin' Christmas, and I want you to be there.

can shoot an arrow into it and make it rain blood.

It deserves our respect, don't you think? If you don't respect the ocean, or time, or fate, or the big things in the world, you sort of have

Such a simple concept. But then, the withy reed was always so in awe of the oak, it never occurred to it to grow.

under the heartbreak blue sky.

Mountains fall. Deserts bloom. Oceans turn to sand.

I'm still waiting for the rain to fall, pouring life down on me

Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,Lilac in me because I am New England.

You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond Gleaming with agitated torches.

Vernal Equinox The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book; And the South Wind, washing through the room, Makes the candles quiver. My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter, And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots Outside, in the night. Why are you not here to overpower me with your tense and urgent love?

Carrefour" O You, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees. Originally published in Coterie: A Quarterly: Art, Prose, and Poetry No. 4. Edited by Lall Chaman (1920)

Moonlight in a quiet garden that is her beauty.

A Lover" If I could catch the green lantern of the firefly I could see to write you a letter. Poetry: A Magazine of Verse 1912–22. Edited by Harriet Monroe. (Chicago: 1912–22; New York: Bartleby.com, 2011)

The best days I have are usually days where I'm out in the woods and something happens, like I see an amazing animal like a fox, or I get a glimpse of a wild pig or something that I never see. Or crazy things happen.

Are we so hierarchical that we can't respect a creature that lives beneath our feet?

Botanists who study "twining handedness" have discovered that hops are unusual in their proclivity to twine in a clockwise direction; 90 percent of all climbing plants prefer to go counterclockwise.)

Later, when beekeepers realized that they could get lighter, sweeter honey by placing beehives near particular crops like clover, alfalfa, and citrus, the wild honey collected in forests went first to mead, while more refined, cultivated honey was preferred as a sweetener.

Early spice traders tried to plant allspice seeds around the world but found them impossible to germinate. Eventually it was discovered that the seeds must pass through the body of a fruit-eating bat, a baldpate pigeon, or some other local bird, in order to be sufficiently heated and softened for germination. Today, through the

He understood perfectly the connection between booze and botany, which fascinates me as well.

One is deep indigo blue," he said. "Eighteen inches long and about a thumb's width in diameter. It's got big white spots with yellow centers, like fried eggs, all over its back, if you can imagine that. And get this—it crawls on the forest floor, doesn't burrow in the ground, and its infants live in trees until they're mature.

They are near the bottom of the food chain - a meal for fish and birds - while humans eat from the top of the food chain, consuming an astonishing array of what lies on the planet. But eventually, even we become food for the worms. Shakespeare saw this connection, writing in Hamlet, "A man may fish with a worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of a fish that hath fed of that worm.

EVERY DAY, AMERICANS go out and buy about ten million cut flowers. After all I've seen, that really doesn't sound like much. It works out, on a daily basis, to one flower for every twenty-five people. Another way to look at it: Every man, woman, and child gets fourteen stems a year. That's just over one flower a month. How can anybody get by on one flower a month?

The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions. —L. H. BAILEY, Manual of Gardening, 1910

We may therefore infer—" he writes, "improbable as is the inference—that worms are able by some means to judge which is the best end by which to draw triangles of paper into their burrows.