Tree Preservation (NJ5)


Tree Preservation (NJ5)

Recently I noticed the vast assortment of trees located in Fort Worth, Texas. There are trees everywhere you turn, with no two trees looking identical. In particular, one tree in my backyard stood out to me. This tree was unlike any of the other trees I've seen in this area. Its light brown trunk bent at an obtuse angle, with the arching limbs providing the backyard with an adequate amount of shade. I wondered to myself if this exact tree was positioned somewhere else on this earth, but I quickly dismissed the idea. This thought brought up the damning similarity between trees and humans. No two humans are the same, just as no two trees are the same. 

After observing the tree for quite some time, the simple proposition of environmental preservation became apparent. What separates us as humans, from the other living organisms on this earth, such as a tree? Shouldn't it be our duty as a society to protect the beauty that nature has to offer us? What better time to safeguard this planet for future generations to enjoy than now? Each independent thought circulated my head like a gust of wind taking over my conscious. And to think that these monumental revelations occurred by the recognition of a seemingly meaningless tree astonished me. 

Not only does nature provide us with a place to decompress from the stresses of daily life, but oftentimes we can find the answers we are looking for by being in nature. The central idea of appreciating what we have before it is gone is not just a cliche, but an idea that should remain at the focal point of human values. I came to this acknowledgment today by merely looking in my backyard, and I hope that the rest of humanity can endorse this principle as well. 


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