Trees Environment Quotes

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Hope Jahren
“Our world is falling apart quietly. Human civilization has reduced the plant, a four-million-year-old life form, into three things: food, medicine, and wood. In our relentless and ever-intensifying obsession with obtaining a higher volume, potency, and variety of these three things, we have devastated plant ecology to an extent that millions of years of natural disaster could not. Roads have grow like a manic fungus and the endless miles of ditches that bracket these roads serve as hasty graves for perhaps millions of plant species extinguished in the name of progress. Planet Earth is nearly a Dr. Seuss book made real: every year since 1990 we have created more than eight billion new stumps. If we continue to fell healthy trees at this rate, less then six hundred years from now, every tree on the planet will have been reduced to a stump. My job is about making sure there will be some evidence that someone cared about the great tragedy that unfolded during our age.”
Hope Jahren, Lab Girl

Avijeet Das
“She blushed and we smiled at her, when the Magpie saw us kissing passionately below the Acacia tree.”
Avijeet Das

Elinor M. Brent-Dyer
“That wood," he said, pointing back to the pinewood on the mound, "is used for any building that goes on here. So is the one right over there; it is beech, elm and oak. We never buy a plank of timber here. And we never cut down a tree unless it is necessary. And whatever tree is cut down, is always replaced by a sapling of the same kind. That is another of our traditions. The result is that our woods never grow less. Even in the last war, when so much had to be cut for the Government, we replanted as fast as we cut down. I have a forestry man in charge, and we pride ourselves on our beautiful timber.”
Elinor M. Brent-Dyer, The Lost Staircase

Barbara  Black
“Rainforest

Nictitating eyelid sky
omening leaf mould melancholia
mollusc ruminating spores/ spruce
pores sweat steamed [fungus]/ frog
needles old man's beard
devil's club seeps gloom.”
Barbara Black, Heartwood: Poems for the Love of Trees