Look and listen and join the trees in their hymns and prayers

camp fire

Of all the thousands of camp-fires I have elsewhere built...

Of all the thousands of camp-fires I have elsewhere built none was just like this one, rejoicing in triumphant strength and beauty in the heart of the rain-laden gale. It was wonderful, — the illumined rain and clouds mingled together and the trees glowing against the jet background, the colors of the mossy, lichened trunks with sparkling streams pouring down the furrows of the bark, and the graybearded old patriarchs bowing low and chanting in passionate worship!

My fire was in all its glory about midnight, and, having made a bark shed to shelter me from the rain and partially dry my clothing, I had nothing to do but look and listen and join the trees in their hymns and prayers.

by John Muir (April 21, 1838 – December 24, 1914)
from Travels in Alaska
image – Bernt Rostad

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