Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude.

If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.

I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing.

Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree... Of course I have to give up, but by then I'm half crazy with the wonder of it--the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise.