Descriptive Power Of Nature

When I crossed by the snow covered sign that read “Welcome to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness National Park” and looked at what surrounded me, I was beside myself. I didn’t know that trees could ever be so beautiful. The towering trees were the perfect shade of dark emerald green, and the way the snow piled on them looked like painting. I thought I was living a fairytale. It was the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.

We hiked for nearly five miles until we found a reliable and clean water source. Drenched in sweat, I filled up my water bottle about five or six times, chugging the water quickly each time. After a stomach full of water, we all gathered our things once again, and continued up the trail. It started to get very cold, as the

Have you ever gone canoeing down the Mississippi River? In the story “Mississippi Solo”, by Eddy Haris, the author uses figurative language to give a vivid picture of his extraordinary experience of canoeing down the Mississippi River.

Four of us, Fraser, Isaac, Jon, and I slammed into a grove of coconut trees that is usually five feet up on the bank. The river was supposed go on both sides of this island but this time it did not. The river, swollen to its max capacity, went clear over and through the grove. Gathering our senses, and Jon’s tub that he got thrown off of, we tempted to half walk, half swim our way to the end of the grove and

Waking up to discover the immense, pristine wilderness of Alaska, listening to the birds chirping their sounds while feeling the tremble of your heart beating through your veins. Trees as far as one can see with rolling hills and distant peaks covered with unblemished snow. The sounds of streams growing larger until they rush over a fall, and into an untainted lake. Pondering the true meaning of life while observing Mother Nature’s true grace. Very few people can relate to this scene of the wild. One of them being Christopher Johnson McCandless, a young pioneer and traveler, who was determined to seek the truth no matter what the cost.

Most nights Wenatchee River looked eerily beautiful when the fog rolled over the fiery trees, but that night the mist clung uncomfortably to my skin and skewed the forest around me. I had to rely on the distant sound of chaotic whispers and a faint warm glow ahead of me. The

The two articles help readers understand that when man and nature are together they create knowledge and emotions. Both writers describe feelings that one might feel when in touch with nature; in different ways, both elaborate on the fact that if man and nature were to disconnect then an imbalance would occur. “The river was

If one takes a simple walk into nature, they will witness a thousand miracles. It is hard to understand this thought until it is actually done. Many amazing things can happen to one throughout nature by exploring the places where wifi is weak. If one listens closely, the Earth has music that will lead one to the right direction. John Muir and William Wordsworth demonstrate their heart felted relation and sympathy for nature by utilizing figurative language to show how nature impacted and affected their everyday choices.

While the typical alliance between the earth and mankind has historically benefitted both sides, in some cases, one party steps up and over the other. Sometimes, it is the humans who take over, and in other cases, nature grabs the wheel. In Ted Kooser’s “So This Is Nebraska”, nature undertakes that commanding role, seemingly dominating over its inhabitants. In his poem, Kooser reveals a controlling relationship between nature and humans, suggesting that natural forces override and take precedence over personal inhibition.

Backpacking the Ozette Coast was one of my many memorable encounters with nature during my month long trip to the Pacific Northwest this past summer. Every day brought something new and invigorating, from hiking Mount Rainier to whitewater rafting down the Snake River. Each experience brought new memories, a greater connection with nature, and a newfound sense of accomplishment; I longed for it to stay. However, as I discovered, these natural monuments won’t last long if humanity continues its current habits.

As a child, during many of my families travels, we went through the Appalachian Mountains through West Virginia, Kentucky, and Tennessee. These places were breathtaking. The rolling hills and deep green forestry stood with such enchantment. About 25 years later my family went on a vacation through this same area. The visions I saw were not ones of

From the Riverside Park in Easton, PA, the Delaware River looks serene and uninhabited. There are lots of trees around; the water is flowing gently. I see a few ducks swimming in the water and some birds flying overhead. I listen to the sounds: the birds chirping, the water flowing, the wind blowing, and then I hear the cars passing by on the road nearby. I look up and am suddenly reminded that I am not alone with nature. Still, the only indications of human civilization are the two bridges, the road, and the scattering of buildings on the other side. Despite the natural scape being surrounded by human development, it still looked peaceful and harmless. One would have never guessed that this seemingly innocuous waterscape was once the source

In his short story “The Open Boat,” Stephen Crane presents a view of Nature’s significance and of men’s insignificance in Nature. The story commences with the crew of a sunken steamboat braving the unforgiving sea in their ten-foot dinghy. Consisting of a captain, an oiler, a cook, and a correspondent, the crew is attempting to reach either a house of refuge or a life-saving station off the coast of the Mosquito Inlet Lighthouse. Throughout the entirety of this piece of literature, Nature bestows upon the crew both blessings and hindrances. When the correspondent is attempting to swim to shore near the end of the story, and becomes unable to handle the current, Nature gifts him with a wave that carries him close to the beach.

I remember a time in my life not too long ago when my family and I went white water rafting for the first time. We had been spending some of our summer vacation at a cabin in the Smokey Mountains, close to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The next day we would experience feelings of exhilarating excitement, with a sense of suspense and anticipation as we rafted down the Nantahala River.

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