"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself."
- William Blake
Let me never be so without imagination that I am not moved by the beauty of the forest or by the solemn significance of any single tree, the dancing song of its wavering leaves, the storytelling texture of its bark.
Humans may be able to shut down parks and limit public access, but, thankfully, their vanity, budgeting and politicking can't "close" nature.