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Wonder of the Forest

Intergenerational Description of Joint Project

We started thinking about the area we lived in, how beautiful it was and the wonder it struck in us. Between us, we both shared a similar sense of wonder about the forest and thought it appropriate to write about. It was unique to have a dual team write on something like this and it was a great experience.

Celebration of Rachel Carson’s Sense of Wonder

Considering the busy world we live in, taking time to write about the beauty of nature was a nice break from the chaos of life. It brought into perspective the beauty and wonder of the world, which is unique and amazing in of itself.

Wonder of the Forest

The song of the sparrow draws me into the home of the trees. My steps are cautious yet full of anticipation as the world closes yet grows vast at the same time. There is nothing in the world that compares to the secureness of nature around you. It is the forest, nowhere else, that is the heart of the world. It’s strong, courageous heart, keeps the world going. The woods whisper their long ancient history, the trees dance in the breeze and I can only stare in wonder. I break through the wooded area and let a smile spread across my face. The river is what greets me. The sprinkles of light that continuously shimmer on it’s surface are like little fairies that spread their joy into the water. I lean closer and dip a hand into the cool clear water. The water spreads around my hand and I marvel at how it continues to flow so powerfully downstream through something immovable blocks its way.

A small noise catches my attention and I turn my head to look at a giant oak near me. I tilt my head for a better view and realize the little chirp came from a nest not too far above me. The beautifully woven nest is a wonder of nature. It’s design is specific and well fitted to hold the young of the mother bird who created it. Each straw, blade of grass, and stick was specifically picked out for the nest’s creation. I stand up and continue to follow the river, the very blood of the forest. I smile as a small squirrel scampers up the side of a maple tree, my eyes follow it and land of the twinkling of the beautiful leaves of the tree. They spin in the cool autumn breeze, their colors paint the picture of a sunset. This all came to be, and this wonder is ours to see, to embrace and learn from. The beauty of the nature around me stuns me, and all I can do is bow my head and thank God that I’m able to enjoy this incredibly magic. This is the beauty of the forest, the heart of the world: the wonder of nature.

 

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