I wonder, what will become of our forests? Our beautiful forests. I know most of them don't remain in their natural state or form, well in the sense that much of our forest has been planted since 1700, with the exception of the recognizable ancient open woodland. Though back before our Neolithic ancestors began slash and burn farming, trees would have covered most of Southern England if not most of the country and the wild wood, dense and tangled, would have held dominion. Can you imagine it? But our reckless ways will see what's left of our ancient and modern woodland, our beautiful forests, slighted and in all likelihood destroyed. I know, after the fall of man, left to her own devices mother nature will reclaim what she's lost. But still, I can't help but be sad to think of what we are prepared to sacrifice.
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