To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties...
My Heaven is the scent of green leaves dripping with dew drops,
The scent of pine trees in the crisp moring air,
The scent of moist tree bark after it rains.
My Heaven is the sound of birds gently singing their good-morning songs,
The beautiful sound of wind whispering through...
haha thats the name of my neighborhood (please dont come stalk me)
I do, walking around outside is seriously my favorite thing to do. Becoming the trees. Hearing the swarming of insects. The crunching of the leaves. Making the wind blow harder with my passion for nature...
where I live that are not only beautiful, relaxing, and teeming with wife life, but they also satisfy my need to sometimes hide. You walk in so many paces and people can't see you, a bit further and people cannot hear you. The light gets darker and the the traffic and people hum...
BECAME HOMELESS ONCE I SPENT A WHOLE YEAR IN THEM.IT WAS SOO PEACEFULL ESPECIALLY AT NIGHT WHEN I LIT MY FIRE AND JUST STARED INTO THE FLAMES.BEEN ALONE GIVES YOU TIME TO THINK I DONT WANT MATERIAL ITEMS IN LIFE TO MAKE ME HAPPY.NATURE MAKES ME HAPPY AND BEING WARM AND WELL FED...
Ever since I was younger I felt the woods feel like home & full life. Whenever I started to run my energy would kick into high gear & sometimes I did it on all 4s. There are no woods where I live but driving 2 hours to the woods is totally worth it when there's no one around...
A place of peacefulness,of understanding,
Where the circle of life goes on to the end of time.
A place where nothing will look down on me,
Where no human will invade
The borders never crossed.
Where I can be who. I. really. am.,
Not. Who. I. Pretend. To...
I flew to Michigan. The wind is really blowing & this place is surrounded by massive, leafless trees. Just curled up in bed enjoying nature humming a lullaby to me thru the trees. Makes me want a Tiny House or cottage in the middle of the woods.
...this community was created. I identify with the wilderness so much. I have spent a vast amount of time in absolute, almost loneliness, in the thick of northern woods. Usually paddling and portaging for around 8 hours to get to a camp site. I have taken annual trips with my...
When chaos is all around, friends far away, and more pain in life than ever imagined, the comfort and solace of the woods is a balm to the soul. I grew up in the midwest surrounded by valleys of trees in every imagineable shape and size. The autumn was a blaze with...
I love being in the forest. I love the serenity and magic of the place. I feel safe there. My dream is to have a small, wooden hut in the woods, one day. Waking up to the smell of pine trees seems such a wonderful idea. Drinking morning coffee outside, in the summer, letting my...
Sarah stood just a few feet from where the woods began , staring into the trees. Ever since her family had moved here from California , nearly a week ago , she had been hearing how the woods ~ referred to by some of the locals as the Magic Forest ~ were haunted , and that...
You can find so many interesting types of mushrooms in the forest.
I used to take my books and magnifier and sheets of white paper out in the woods with me to make spore prints and so on.
There are many other really cool aspects of venturing in the woods.
Woods and forests are magical places. There are secrets hidden in the trees , the undergrowth , beneath the soil , and under rocks. I believe that woods and forests , and especially trees , have a secret life all their own. They talk to each other. They laugh. They sing and...
thoughts feeling the wind in your hair with all that space and the fresh air feeling like nothing else matters. Drizzling a little so your face feels that tingly feeling of the raindrops and not pouring so you'd slip. Ahh I can't think of a better place for a brief escape from...
the trees are sentinels
guarding the secrets
buried beneath the forest floor.
while wild flowers whisper subtle hints
of what might be found,
warning of dangers which may befall
any who dare approach.
and the secrets are safe;
Let me start by saying I am not particularly the outdoorsy type. Sure, I like going outside but I am not down for camping or stuff like that. But I know that when I go off to college I will sure miss all the smells. I won't be able to randomly go out into the woods. The smell of...
Ain’t nothing better
Than a walk in the woods,
The sun occasionally breaking through,
The track winds on,
Through the woods,
Wish it would never end.