The Dreamy Environment

Sitting amongst the paper bark trees, the sounds of the crickets, the birds are whistling a merry tune and the wind is making itself heard.  Somehow this small group doesn't seem to be talking at the usual boisterous level.  Sound is toned down and can only be heard amongst the few of us.  Silences are not uncomfortable, natural surroundings providing an alternative sound.Sleep could come so easily now and drifting away into a dream world is an enticing thought.
Entranced by the ants scurrying around, following the bridges of leaves between their destination and their home, a vehicle drives by, interrupting dreamy thought patterns and snapping these thoughts back to reality.   The vehicle seems out of place in this environment provided by nature.  It's strange, the need to 'get back to basics' somehow almost always involved returning to nature. 
What is this special relationship between humans and nature?  Is it a spiritual relationship?  A religious relationship?  Is it a relationship that can be explained scientifically?  Or perhaps all of the above? 
When lost amongst the natural environment this beautiful poem by Joyce Kilmer always comes to mind:

  

TREES

 

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 

Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree

References:

Kilmer, Joyce. Poemhunter.com. December 12, 2011. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees/ (accessed March 17, 2012)

Image source:

http://pixabay.com/en/forest-spring-sunlight-freshness-3364/