Our natural world is not a matter of politics, it is of the human spirit, of which we have a connection to, as family, home and hope.
We do not, I believe, have rights over nature, but a responsibility within. An innate instinct that we have forgotten, replaced with our physical world of things.
We are part of the universe, made up of stars, we share oxygen with the trees, and move cyclical with the seasons. We do not own this planet, this home we call Earth. We are nurtured as we nurture, or should.
Similar we are to nature, in so far as we are ephemeral, temporal, tied to various moods. To go into nature is to go to the self, the thickets and roots, sunrise and sunsets. We are of this planet, suckle its nutrients, and mimic its creative ways.
“Every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you,”