After an age of leaves and feathers someone dead thought of the mountain as money and cut the trees that were here and the wind and the rain at night. It is hard to say it.

So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words

I will take with me the emptiness of my hands. What you do not have you find everywhere

We're losing a species every few seconds. We cannot put them back. If we change our mind and say, 'Oops, we made a mistake' - it's too late. This is the world we live with.

Politically it would be terribly repressive to prevent people from having as many children as they want. But something's got to prevent it; and it won't be pleasant... We're still behaving in ways that have become disastrous... I don't think this helps us to survive... We're very species-centric... and now exist at the expense of every other form of life on Earth.

we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

You grieve Not that heaven does not exist but That it exists without us