Natures Withering Beauty

Natures Withering Beauties  

Beep! Beep! The van in front of me honks at a navy-blue Nissan Altima. The light has been green for what feels like forever, and he’s still sitting there. Startled, the Nissan stomps on the gas; the van quickly follows and does the same. Both emitting a vast amount of blackness from their exhaust pipes. Forming an enormous cloud of smoke that remains as thick as tar. The cloud lingers in the air, leaving a strong foul smell that reeks of pollution. Soot from the air settles and finds its new home on the hood of my car. As I drive forward into what seems like the night, I can’t help but to think about what they’ve just done, what they’re STILL doing. However, they are not the only contributors, trucks, factories, busses, fast food restaurants, and millions of citizens everywhere. These are just a handful of factors that pollute our air every day. Making it to where it’s barely breathable. My summers are now excruciatingly hot, my springs and falls can’t decide who goes first, and my winters like to play peekaboo. As a result of this the beautiful fluffy animals don’t come out because they don’t know whether or not they can; the cute small birds whose music makes our hearts sing are confused. Butterflies of all stunning assortments don’t flutter their wings in the sky and our trees can’t sway their leaves in the wind because they no longer have any. Now when it rains it’s either hot or cold or both in the same season, and the soothing pitter patter on my windowsill can easily turn into a monsoon. These are all the characteristics of the four seasons in one and they are melting into each other. For example the other day it was cold, windy, and it wouldn’t stop raining. Today I woke up thinking it was going to be a numbingly cold reflection of that; however it was the complete opposite. The air was hot, soggy and moist supported by the beaming sun. After my class however there was no longer any sun, but instead a pleasant crisp breeze. I sat outside my car to enjoy the it while it briefly lasted, thinking about a time when the weather used to match the season the whole while through. My name is Doris Amankwah, and I am writing you from the year 2020. I hope that my words of advice are not too late. I can only tell you what I see in our environment today, which is already enormously concerning. I’m here to warn you of the dangers you and I along with many others are doing to our beloved planet. We share the same home, just 79 years away from each other.  Soon our beautiful surroundings will no longer exist. Kids will only be able to dream about breathtaking skies, emerald green trees and our mesmerizing bodies of waters. Our everyday views of our world will only be taught in history books and old nature magazines. Not unless you and I do something about it. You can be the change of all this, you can make the world a better place not only for you but for your kids as well. If we don’t do it for you, you should do it for you. Find different ways to drive trucks and cars without so much gas going into the air, you can find another way to manufacture goods without the smoke, find another way to make your air breathable and enjoyable. Make it to where your summers are just the right amount of heat, your springs are coastal, your falls consist of crisp slight breezes and beautiful leaf changes, and your winters carry winter trees that carry the fluffiest, whitest snow you’ve ever seen.