In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
John Fowles

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

The ground was rising steadily, and as they went forward it seemed that the trees became taller, darker, and thicker. There was no sound, except an occasional drip of moisture falling through the still leaves. For the moment there was no whispering or movement among the branches; but they all got an uncomfortable feeling that they were being watched with disapproval, deepening to dislike and even enmity. The feeling steadily grew, until they found themselves looking up quickly, or glancing back over their shoulders, as if they expected a sudden blow.
J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings, Part One: The Fellowship of the Ring

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.
Mike Norton, White Mountain

Dvorak ‐ Romance for piano and violin, Op.11, Bamberg String Quartet

Norfolk Rhapsody No.1, London Philharmonic Orchestra

Scheherazade, Gimnazija Kranj Symphony Orchestra

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