Alone with Trees

Again, I have tried to illustrate a text by Rainer Maria Rilke that I like very much, not only because I have lived near the place that he wrote about for ten years ... this is from his book about Worpswede:
"For let it be confessed: landscape is foreign to us, and we are fearfully alone amongst trees that blossom and by streams that flow. Alone with a corpse one is not nearly so defenceless as when alone with trees. For however mysterious death may be, life that is not our life is far more mysterious, life that is not concerned with us, and which, without seeing us, celebrates its festivals, as it were, at which we look on with a certain embarassment, like chance guests who speak another language."
I have written these words on the back of my 4 x 6 postcard and hope my swap partner will like them though they may seem strange for many people who like trees and maybe even feel familiar with them.