“Don’t be afraid. What you can hear is a secret spring, rippling free of these lilliputian bramble branches. There’s nobody there, the little wood is yours. I’m lending it to you.
I’m lending you all the delights it can offer.
I’m lending you its little narrow path which you can only go along single-footed, and I’m lending you, to be your servants, its elegant trees which will pass to one another their parasol of leaves to protect you from the sun.”
excerpt from The Wood, Nature Stories by Jules Renard