“Woods echoed in waves of green into the distance.”

“This is the first thing I have understood:Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.”

“Stay green, stay in the woods, and stay safe.”

“He was soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.”

“And see the rivers how they run/through woods and meads in shades and sun/sometimes swift and sometimes slow/ wave succeeding wave they go”

“Chapter 3, The Dark Forest....The sound of flowing water echoed in the distance and then the path converged upon a creek full of fast, rippling, white water cascading over brown and red colored rocks. Moss dangled across the pathway and swung back and forth as the trespassers moved under the green vegetation. Bright yellow fingers of sunlight attempted to filter through the dense tundra to touch the moist earth until finally, the appendages of light disappeared completely. “Come children, this way,” called Mrs. Beetle leading her group over a moldy, moss-laden, wood bridge.”