The trees encountered on a country stroll reveal a lot about a country's soul.

"Guilty intention still looks for a hotel
That wants no details and surrenders none;
A wood is that, and throws in charm as well,
And many a semi-innocent, undone,
Has blamed its nightingales who round the deed
Sang with such sweetness of a happy greed."


Excerpt from 'A culture is no better than it's woods' by W.H. Auden



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Amely