*Written in a green ink that smells of ivy. This page also contains various sketches of bows*
Mother. It's what she is to me. She nurtures me. She provides everything that I need, and gives me the solitude that I desire. She demands nothing of me...yet, I offer all I am to her. Food, shelter, clothing and companionship. The forest has a bounty that can match no other place on this world.
To awaken everyday to such splendor. The morning calls of the avians. The rustleing of the undergrowth, beasts awakening to an early repast. The forest is alive in ways unimagined. We all share of her bounty. So to does it not fall upon each of us to preserve such a bounty?
But there are those who would destroy such beauty. The expansion of all things civilized. An industrious race, humans. We sally forth in the name of all that we feel is just and good. Destruction, war, famine, disease. These are plights brought upon by such deesd. So to does the Forest suffer. It is raped of her bounty again and again. Whole tracks are cut for the sole purpose of fitting as many people together as possible. The creatures are hunted to exhaustion. Soon the forests bounty is no more.
Why? I fear that I may never understand.