Descriptive Essay About Nature

For a city girl, nature has a negative connotation. Nature sound like venomous bugs and plants that invoke laceration all wrapped up in a runny nose and red eyes due to allergies. City girls are not fond of the outdoors– I should know because I am one. I would choose a Quad Grande non–fat extra hot caramel macchiato upside down with a cake pop over camping any day. Although I may not enjoy it, I've lived in Alabama for six years now and that's just not how Alabamians live their lives. This is a Southernstate equipped with trees, hunting, and country roads. We have an outdoors supermarket in Birmingham– oh yeah, it is that serious. Now, of course, we do have our Starbucks and strip malls but Alabama is a nature state, she says hesitantly.

Why hesitantly you ask? Because Alabamians love to be in nature but not take care of it. Allow me to paint a clearly picture for our foreigners, one of the largest universities in Alabama is Auburn University. Every year around football season, the university hosts the "Rolling of Trees" with an old massive tree on their property. The event brings in tons of revenue but one year a fan of the rival team poisoned the tree. How environmentally safe, right? It was more than just a petty act against an opponent. Those chemicals will travel to the root of the tree into the water that animals and HUMANS here drink. In essence, natives are interested in enjoying the benefits of nature but not making intelligent choices to protect it. As the

A Day in the Forest

It was a calm, overcast day, and I found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

In the distance, the trail along which I had been walking wound through a thick...show more content... Yet were being held down, giving a silent rhapsody of joy and grieving. Along the way fallentimber accompanied thickets of weeds. A lazy mist hazed my vision, making the horizon seem like one from a story book. The area was imperturbable, as if it was keeping a secret hidden deep within itself.

Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, I watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to me an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter. The forest, I realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, I could see the community of newly formed saplings. They appeared as little children, learning under the guidance of their grown and fully matured parents.

The forest was pure and clean, as though it had never been disturbed by man and his vicious life killing machines. Peacefully sleeping under the dark gray sky, the community of mighty timber had not a care in the world.

As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the

Our tree was a wonderful place. It continuously changed throughout the year, and we continuously witnessed its changes. During science class, occasionally Safiyya and I would walk down with the entire class to the vast of trees near South Lakes High School. While we were visiting that area, we would note qualitative, quantitative observations and inferences about our adopted a tree. Since it was in the Deciduous Forest biome, most times out of five times we visited, it rained. As the year progressed, out predictions were based on the weather. For example, in September, we knew it would be chillier. During chilly weather, we knew it would activate the leaves to fall off. Thus in the weather of autumn, we predicted amber foliage. The entire project's purpose was to see the progression of the tree at Snake Den/ Difficult Run.

Our tree isn't fitting into the description of tall or short. Its high is about the middle height compared to the rest of the trees in the vicinity. Its leaves were spiky at the edges of the leaf. The coloration of the leaf was similar to the rest of the leaves, except it was paler. Leaves on the tree were attached to the twigs that the trunk shot out. Branches on it were really thin and wispy, it looked as if one yank to the limb it would gently drop. The trunk of the entire tree was crooked compared to other trees. None of the other trees were perfectly straight, but our tree was especially twisted. It starts out fine, then slowly leans to the right. There aren't any other major branches that sprout from the trunk. Throughout the year, our trees progressed like any other tree would. All leaves were darkened to bright vivid shades and some even faded to gray, one common thing is that they all had a glossy top and a matte green on the underside. Soon the snow would drown base of the trunk. It would melt and nourish the life of the tree and leaves will grow again. The cycle will always continue until the death of this tree comes. Overall our tree was on the skinnier side and it compared to other trees as microscopic.

Keeping the measurements was vital in this project. The numbers told if there was growth in the one tree we were surveilling. On the first day of visiting the tree, it was Get more content

In the midst of August, I found myself sitting on the white sand beaches of Florida's west coast. The sounds of waves crashing onto the shore, the palm trees flowing in the wind, and the humid air that left me perpetually wet all came back to life as I read White Pines. Your poems paint pictures such as "the stars / are going off to their blue sleep" (19) trigger past sensations that nature has bestowed on us. The way you "acknowledge your feelings and gratitude for life by praising the world" has helped shift my view about what nature symbolizes for me, and how we as humans can learn to appreciate the beauties that remain untouched by progress. Through "December," your poems have given me "dreamy chances to look upon the real world" (51), and from "December" to "At the lake" to the alluring imagery of "May," I have found White Pines a truly inspiring book of poetry.

Since I was young, nature has always held a special place in my heart. Each season opens a new chapter for the world to view, a fleeting picture of beauty like "a deer that stepped into the woods" (51) in your piece, "December." I recently watched an interview with you and Maria Shriver, where you share about your one, "wild and precious life." I was wondering if nature has taught you how to "learn to love and to learn to be loved in your later years of life." In your poem, "May," you describe an encounter with a copperhead as a way to depict "when the thumb of fear lifts, we are so alive" (5). Has this encounter had anything to do with your fears of love when you were young? What are the sensations you had once those fears subsided? I too question love at times and reading your writing has made me think about where I can find love in the world, which has changed my views on the importance of the nature that surrounds us. Reading your poems have made me think a lot about your life in contrast to mine. I have grown up in the bustling city of San Francisco, where I can feel trapped similar to the homes stuck together on Russian Hill. I can smell the fumes of burning rubber as I walk in what is meant to act as a park, and I hear the honks of cars instead of the leaves blowing through the trees. In your biography, you share you were born in the