Sitting as still as possible on the forest floor, I watch the squirrels jump from tree to tree and i listen to the birds flutter their wings and call out to the other birds in a beautiful chirp.Its as if i didnt exist to them and for some odd reason,i found a great deal of comfort in that.I close my eyes even though with the sun shining directly in them,it is only less dark and not black. the wind shifts the trees and brings the scent of the nearby flowers that have only just bloomed so they're poignant and simply irresistible.The smell is so strong,i can almost see the wildly vivacious and vivid petals.Some would be lying on the ground and some would be clinging on the their plant,creating a beauty that nothing else can create and …show more content…
seriously it's like she picks the ones who haven't showered in weeks. you see my life wasn't always in disarray like this. i used to have a happy family. but i never knew that my dad threatened to leave my mom constantly because of reasons i have yet to discover. But one day he did. And with him he took the last family vacation,the last goodnight kiss. i haven't felt a pair of arms circle around me since he walked out of that god damned door. I used to remember my mom would send notes in my lunchbox and i would gloat to all the kids about how much my mom loved me. I wonder if my brother remembers when dad took us fishing and my dumbass fell in the lake.or how dad jumped in and swam so i wouldn't feel embarrassed. the last conversation i had with my mom when she wasn't hung over or high,was when I was 10. im 17 now and i can't remember what my mom looked like before. i don't remember when my brother fell off the deep end i just remember when I had to come pick him up from a party when I was …show more content…
After i mopped, i head to the front of the diner i have called my work for FAR too long, and begin greeting guests. By the time 10 rolls around, i head out into the cool night and walk to my woods. Finding my little home,i turn on my mason jar lights and candle pathway and explore the woods i know all too well to pass the time. I have about an hour to kill before i head down to the animal hospital. Yeah i know im too younge but the owner knows what will happen if i dont bring enough money home to my mom so the nice lady lets me work as a gaurd from 11:45 to 5 A.M and they pick me up and drop me off. After about 20 minuets of walking around fatigue starts to settle into my already fuzzy head. I walk to the edge of the woods where the owner of the vet clinic picks me up. She knows if my mom wakes up from hearing her car my mom would flip so we comprimised. So i sit at a tree trunk,still hidden from the passing by cars but close enough to where my feild of vision wasnt blocked from watching the cars zoom by. About 30 minuest later she shows up and i hop in her truck and she begins to head to the vet
I am surrounded by the splendor of the nature. On a moderately sunny morning, birds are peeping while sitting on the gigantic mature tree in the park. The stream of water rising from the fountain is crafting a magical melody. The mesmerizing winds have imprisoned everyone’s attention. The bright colorful flowers are depicting the charms of their juvenile. Different pleasant sounds in the environment are contributing to the concerto of nature. Leaves rustling in the cool breeze are an amazing part of the environment. A young couple sitting on the bench beside the fountain is relishing the pleasant sight.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
I am forced to eat my dinner outside at the table. As I sit outside i decide it is peaceful enough to make some observations for this essay. As i look out into my backyard i see complete darkness the only light is the light shining in from the house and the bright, warm, and white light glowing off the circular moon. I feel a cool breeze that chills my neck, I pull my jacket up over my neck and take a sip of my warm hot chocolate i made inside. As i observe our _____ tree in my backyard i can hear the faint rustling of leaves and see them twitching on the tree. I can only see a silhouette of the branches in front of the moon. But this is all i needed to see, i felt content. I can hear a faint howl of a neighbor's dog and quit a sound of my own dogs paws walking on the cement. As i glance up towards the black thin telephone wire i see a small innocent creature running along the wire. SIlently it scatters over the tree and leaps onto the tree without a noise. It was a rat making its way around without a single noise. The beauty of the silence this rat maintained is un describable. Suddenly i am hit with another gentle cool breeze causing my feet and toes to feel stiff. I rest my foot on the cold hard cement. Despite the cement being uncomfortable i feel secure and safe. The cement feels unbreakable and strong even in the dark of the night.
Imagine walking down an ancient path amidst a forest of tangled and twisted trees, some of which have existed since before a time even great grandparents can remember. The air echoes with sounds of life, and the fragrance is that of cedar or juniper… or something not quite either. The living things that dwell here, bridge a gap in time that many are totally unaware of and for the reasons about to be explained, may never become so. The beauty that surrounds this place is unexplainable in the tongue of man, yet its presence can be felt by all who choose to behold it. At least for now…
The grass is cool on my bare feet and I feel the summer breeze blow past me from the creek and across the cornfields. It travels into the woods and disappears past the dark trees. Each day I walk through my family's country property and connect to the nature around me in a way that is the closest to spirituality that I have ever experienced. I think about how much I appreciate the peacefulness of the birds and wind and how close I once was to losing my small Eden forever. I know now that the fight to protecting the natural world is never over and how imperative of a fight it is to pursue.
Nothing could be worst than your dad bringing up "THE CONVERSATION." Starting at age 5 I loved playing soccer,running up and down the field, making moves and kicking balls to the back of the net was always the way to go. Soccer meant the world to me and especially playing with my best friends since the day I started. My days would go something like this, go to school,get home,do homework then get ready and go to a beautiful fun day at soccer!After soccer I would go home sit on the couch and eat.I was a lazy one. That's why I hoped my dad would never ever bring up this conversation.... But he did anyways.
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
Hey! Hey! Hey! Said a ruffled voice, coming from my half-opened door. Raising my head from the bed, squinting my eyes, trying to see who was at the door, there stood my chloric father.
It was my fault, no one else’s, the time where failure hit harder than someone beating a drum. End of spring 2013 I found out that I was repeating the grade all over again, never have I imagined myself being in that position till that year. Leading up to this was beginning of ninth grade year, terrified knowing that I wasn't going to know anybody I was going to be alone. I went through so much emotionally it began to show the first few weeks of high school. Constantly having anxiety attacks where I end up staying the entire day in the office since I kept crying eyes out.
Leaving the bodies for last we walked down the drive to take a look. Several rifles and shotguns were leaned carefully again the big oak. Two handguns and some knives were on the grass in front of them. Four people dangled from a branch of the tree close enough to each other to bump like a weird wind chime. A young couple and the other twice their age at a guess from the gray hair and styles of dress. They were probably parents and a married son or daughter with their spouse. Other than being hung there were no injuries apparent on any of the four. From the condition of the bodies they had been dead about a day.
Dusk has fallen, and now it’s just starting to penetrate the canopy of the forest. The trees seem to be dancing to the music of the evening breeze and the gentle rustle of leafs compliment the overall atmosphere. The songs of birds have been totally replaced by an orchestra of crickets and other insects, and I seem to be their sole audience.
I pulled into the driveway of my house and parked my car. I grabbed my coat and bag and opened the door. When I got out I instantly began to smell the sweet aroma of the long rose bushes making their way out of our fence and into the world of our driveway. I was so captivated by the fall breeze, and the beautiful smell of fall in the air that I didn't even know that I was to the door. As I snapped back into reality, I looked up and I was standing at my doorway.
I glanced up to the sky, to the trees, and I felt the wind. I breathed in the ...
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...