Barbara KingsolverA choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.
About This Quote
In this quote from the poem "In the Forest I Dwell," by Gary Snyder, he comments on the nature of nature and its relationship with man. He is speaking about a particular type of tree, alder, that regenerates itself from stumps and roots of other trees. He compares this process to a choir of singers who are the living forest, singing out their own existence.
Source: The Poisonwood Bible
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