Francis Ponge in his book Mute Objects of Expression, a collection of musing on a natural world and poetry from 1976, writes in a chapter called "The Pine Woods Notebook": "Each pine wood is like a natural sanatorium, also a music hall...a chamber, a vast cathedral for meditation (fortunately a cathedral without a pulpit) open to all winds, but through so many doors it's as though they were closed. For winds hesitate before them."
This inscription, for me, adds to the spirit of all coniferous forests.
