Nature
Transparent Wood
It seems that there are still too many trees on Earth. We already have glass made mostly from silicon dioxide, also known as silica, but it easily breaks when too thin or not bulletproof, unlike a tree’s heart or the skin of its sheared meat. Let us cut down more trees in their infantile prime and turn them into transparent wood. How neat it would look while keeping the elements away in a new style. A transparent ceiling for stargazing, a transparent floor just in case we want to see the ground or what is happening in the basement, transparent walls green-painted for sport, and transparent windows as the pièce de résistance. We never had transparent windows before. How quaint! How revolutionary!
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Earth
Nature is God
Lockdown Communion with Nature One of the best things that has happened to society as a result of social isolation strategies and lockdowns, is that more and more people are spending time alone in Nature. They are deeply bonding with it and appreciating it. Without companions, the communion with nature is most impactful on the human spirit. When we are alone we have the silence to hear Nature’s voice, to see her subtle emanations. When I contemplate the most profound and awe-inspiring moments of my life, it is always when I am on my own with Nature. Nature is God.
By Sarah Janes5 years ago in Earth
By bark and seedling, thy kingdom come.
The forest and I are the last trees on Earth. From nut to tree I have withstood the vicissitudes of mankind for 600 years. I have survived drought, flood, disease and war but the last 150 years your mankind has taken the absolute pith.
By Lee westbrook 5 years ago in Earth
thoughts of a young deer
He hit the ground with an indignant bump. He looked like a wet rickety folding chair. He had a heart-shaped locket on his neck just over his legs. Instinct made him stand. Instinct and love made his mother lick him. Instinct, love, and evolution had him running at nearly thirty miles an hour fifteen minutes after he was born.
By Cellestine Aggrey5 years ago in Earth
I couldn't be a deep-sea diver.
I find it insane that we know more about space than we do the depths of our oceans. Truly, the fact that we know so much about the skies above us to the degree we have multiple chocolate bars named after the contents of our galaxies and not a single one about anything below sea level is intimidating.
By CJ Francis5 years ago in Earth
She Akin to I
Dew drops onto my nose from the bush which hangs over my den. Eyes fluttering open, I stretch my legs forward, claws extend and lightly graze the dirt beneath me. The birds sing and speak to one another, about the sun, the worms, and the fresh scent of rain. Another drop splashes onto my paw, and I shake it off lightly. Rising to arch my back, fur bristling, jaws extended in a yawn, my gaze turns up toward the sky.
By Raven Malachite5 years ago in Earth
Early Shore Mornings
As I step out of the wind tunnel and into the coarse sand with my bare feet, I immediately feel the sun start to warm my shoulders and face. The beach has looked different, ever since Hurricane Sandy. What used to be a view directly to the ocean has changed to a seemingly endless sand dune. The massive dune has a clear path in the center to reach the beach, but the rest is covered in dune grass. The grass is about a foot high, and a pale green shade. It changes direction and shape as a light breeze sweeps through it.
By Emily Schatz5 years ago in Earth
My little, brittle friend
Dark grey skies haunt the heavens above; death consumes the surrounding air, stalking me, chasing me, like a never-ending hunt. How could he do this to us? To me? Why would anyone create a masterpiece if they are just going to destroy it? A moment of weakness strikes me. My dehydrating body somehow manages to release a tear of pure salt; I wouldn’t dare waste moisture on a pathetic emotion. My aching arms drop to the floor, crushing the dead remains of nature, a shadow of the once vibrant wildlife surrounds my corpse-like figure. A silent scream escapes my mouth. What’s the point?
By Medusa Stone5 years ago in Earth
