Under Capitalism everything is commodified, everything becomes a product. What was once a simple patch of woods cannot continue to exist unless it serves a function. Of course, the only function deemed worthwhile or of value is if that patch of woods is making money. To stay a patch of woods it must become a park, which means it must be bought and held by a board of executors or government agency who worry that too many raccoons might cause problems so they’ll have to call an exterminator. To simply be requires that this patch of woods transform itself into someone’s property, or that it be managed and governed, and that’s if we still want it to be a patch of woods! Unfortunately very few people have the time for such an endeavor (time is money after all) and would rather bulldoze and rip up the woods to make something profitable. All the lives and spirits contained within literally amount to nothing in the face of “the market” because the wild world exists outside the realms of profit.
Because it cannot grovel before capitalism, it must be destroyed.