Environment

It's too bad that such a poor word has come to refer to something so rich. The forests, the rivers, the mountains, the oceans, the deserts, the beaches, the fields, the flowers, the rain, the sky, the air. To speak of them collectively as the environment is to suggest that they are somehow antiseptic, lifeless. It makes it almost possible to forget that what we are in danger of ruining through our folly is the... green grave that awaits us. Is our heart's delight. Is home.

Frederick Buechner from Wishful Thinking