Every year in the last 20 years, I plant trees in a bush land ('mine' to look after).

But, in the last few years, I have this 'nagging' thought:

Am I sentencing these young trees to 'life imprisonment'?

The trees I have planted have to live and grow where I put them -- like it or not.

In nature, most of them would not come to be where they are today.

In a bushland (on the East coast of Dreamland), natives are often killed to make room for migrants.

Reading the passage of the book you kindly include, I feel I should not 'intervene' in the life and death of this bushland anymore. Against this non-intervention there are: droughts, bush fires, road rubbish and 'vermin' animals (rats, abandoned cats, dogs, rabbits and other exotic pets). To care for a piece of bushland now needs 'a re-definition' ;-) .