The Grass is rich and matted, you cannot see the soil. It holds the rain and the mist, and they seep into the ground, feeding the streams in every kloof…well-tended, and not too many cattle feed upon it; not too many fires burn it…the ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator. Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and Man is destroyed…where you stand the grass is matted, you cannot see the soil…they fall into the valley below, and falling change their nature. For they grow red and bare…cannot hold rain…streams are dry… too many cattle feed upon the grass and too many fires burned it…it is not kept, or guarded, or cared for, it no longer keeps men, guards men, cares for men.
― Cry The Beloved Country