Seems like a good time for some Walt Whitman. From Leaves of Grass #10, A Song of the Rolling Earth (1881 edition):
The earth does not withhold, it is generous enough,
The truths of the earth continually wait, they are not so conceal'd either,
They are calm, subtle, untransmissible by print,
They are imbued through all things conveying themselves willingly,
Conveying a sentiment and invitation...
I speak not, yet if you hear me not of what avail am I to you?
Useful words for ecologists, and foresters, and Zen students, and all human beings concerned–or unconcerned–with impending planetary crisis. The earth is clearly sharing its truths with us. [NOTE: A complete version of Whitman's A Song of the Rolling Earth is available here].