I played a sort of gutter punk druid once. He’d grown up in a sort of nature commune that had been wiped out by a magical disaster, and had lived penniless and transient on the streets of cities for years afterwards. There was a deep, empathetic anger at the injustices of how the world was structured I really enjoyed playing. Rather than just some reactionary defense of nature as something separate from people, he knew a better world was possible for the people who lived in it too by finding harmony with nature.