“You are still curled in the future, like seeds biding your time. Even though you are not yet born, I think of you often… When I think of all the wild pleasures I wish for you, the list grows long. I want you to be able to chase fireflies as they glimmer in long grass, watch tadpoles turn into frogs in muddy pools, hear loons calling on clear lakes, glimpse deer grazing and foxes ambling, lay your fingers in the paw prints of grizzlies and wolves. I want there to be rivers you can raft down without running into dams, the water pure and filled with the colors of sky. I want you to thrill in spring and fall to the ringing calls of geese and cranes as they fly overhead. I want you to see herds of caribou following the seasons to green pastures, turtles clambering onshore to lay their eggs, alewives and salmon fighting their way upstream to spawn. And I want you to feel in these movements Earths great age and distances, and to sense how the whole planet is bound together by a single breath.” -Scott Russell Sanders An excerpt from his essay “For the Children”
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 21:10:56 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015