The Beauty of Nature

                                       The Beauty of Nature

                                                      By Aryan Mukherjee

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.” - Lord Byron

The goblin green tinge of the leaves shimmer in the early dawn sunlight, tinkling in the freshly brewed dew. They dangle elegantly from the feeble twigs, balancing their weight upon its own. The leaves form an arch in which rays stream through, as they weave their way past the roots of their existence.

The light golden touch of Nature’s flowers bend over as to pray to the bees and the bird that suck out its pollen and create an everlasting cycle of fulfillment. The green, lush grass pokes out like spikes of a spear, and curves over its lean figure in a random yet magnificent pattern of gleam. The rooted dirt grows moist and rich as it nurtures millions of wildlife that glorify from its place.

The lushness of mountains bulges out from below, engulfed in a mane of greenery and tranquility only disturbed by nature’s roar of wildlife. Yet throughout the seasons, warm becomes icy, and lush turns to slush. But throughout this process adaptation occurs, and despite the finite supply of morphing that transpires, the hard inner core persists, and the structure of the mountains resists.

The rapidly changing breeze of wind takes many forms, producing moisture, frigidness, and a swirl of flavors much like the ice cream kids enjoy.  The cool gentle breeze swept a mountain and moulded down canyons to a brittle valley, and the harsh humid tundras that chip down the planet can be beared and broken by a few calm tides.

The breezily, darkened, gloomy blue ocean opens its mouth, cunningly inviting strangers into its premise, a location where only the strongest can survive. Gargantuan whales soaring high above the sky at sprout and far below the ocean depths into deep dark places no mortal can dream of visiting untouched. The coating currents wrestle against each other, slamming into the calm torrents and stirring up many brawls as the aftermath of their explosion silently skitters to a stop by the shore.

Glaciers once mighty, sinning with their icy torrents and turning a cold, cold shoulder to all who dare to agonize them now fall victim to Nature’s reprisal, tripping over the wounds that their arrogance has brought, and melting amidst the global warming it’s foes have caused to come to be.

Desserts so vast, yet so barren, bearing heat unbearably sizzling, that only the highest of willpower beats its power. The prowess of camels, the exhilarance of cactus, the might of reptiles to remain unfazed by the violent swerve of hostility it has to offer.

When all of these elements of nature combine,clash and collaborate, they burst into fruition with such fervor that they create the environment around us. The beauty of nature is that it is able to flow with such grit that it can create so many vast biomes and culture all naturally and indubitably. 

The Earth is breathing. I can breathe too, because it is still breathing.