descriptive essay

Cameron Cruise Mr. Neuburger Eng. Comp 101 2 February 2013 Descriptive Essay “Dancing in the rain” As I sat in the quiet shade of a towering oak, feeling the gentle breeze of the autumn wind carrying me away, entranced by the birds singing and the children playing near by. I began to ponder the meaning of life and how insignificant a role we play in this beautiful symphony of existence. Then, as if the tree in which I had taken refuge in had been listening to my thoughts, reached out and put it’s arm around me, reminding me that no matter how small or insignificant we feel, we all must execute our part perfectly in order for the ending to take place in just the way it was intended. Since I would be deemed as crazy for having an auditory interaction with a tree, I decided to continue my enlightening conversation telepathically. I asked this majestic being how he had become so wise and he paused a moment and said, “child, I am as old as dirt, and I have had my roots grounded for some time now. I spent a lot of my time just like you, observing my surroundings, listening to the children play and watching the birds come and go, but I have learned most of my lessons from the seasons that pass.” “Whenever I was just a twig in the ground my mother warned me about the changes that would come my way and try to prepare me as best she could so I would survive and continue to give back to the community. So I took heed to what she told me every season even if it didn’t make sense to me at the time. I followed her directions and guidance leading me to a long life of learning.” “The first lesson I remember her teaching me was to be patient. She told me sometimes other creatures may not recognize that you’re alive and they will try to walk all over you and use you, but be patient because they don’t know how important you are. They will come and go and never tell you thank you, or even ask if they can use you for their personal benefit, but remember these are merely growing pains and they will pass. So be patient and you will grow to be big and strong and have a life worth living.” With the next season came a new lesson. This lesson was fun, she introduced me to her friend the wind, and she was to teach me how to dance. First we just swayed back and forth gently, until I was accustomed to the feel of this new movement. Then she brought in the rhythm of the thunder to see of I could feel a beat, eventually I was intertwined with this exotic roar and felt myself dancing to the music playing in the background. Completely unaware of the lightshow that had now put me on center stage, I was just feeling the freedom of moving to the beat of my own drum. I learned to dance like nobody was watching, since it seemed as though nobody recognized my life thus far. Every time I feel the wind come by I remember what she showed me, and I always take time to tango with her, even if she was just passing through, maybe on her way to teach a young sapling a very important lesson in life.” “As I was getting taller and stronger and more appealing to the eye, my patience was growing as well. While more and more creatures came and crawled on me and used me, for whatever purpose they saw fit at the time. I just smiled because I was eager to continue my education in life, for I was learning that there is always something you don’t know.” “My final teaching for this season was the most difficult concept to learn. I was told to strip down and be bare before the snow was to come. It was late autumn whenever this profound idea was to become relevant to me. I was supposed to get rid of all my leaves that I worked so diligently to grow throughout the year and give them to my mother so she could make a coat and keep us warm. She told me not to worry that I wouldn’t need them any longer. This idea was absurd; I was supposed to go bare in the coldest time for my final lesson. Since mother earth never let me down, I gave her every leaf I had and wished I could gave her more. We shared her coat that winter and together we triumphed the treacherous snow.” “Whenever the spring came and the ice began to melt away, I noticed I had two new blooms on my branch. She told me this is one way to know that you have grown, by giving everything you have, so that you might keep someone else warm. This was my most valuable lesson and it was one of the hardest to learn, that mother earth would take care of me if I took care of her in return.” As I sat and pondered this story for awhile like, an organic disciple that just had a profound insight, I felt the wind brush my hair and then I heard the voluminous roar of thunder in the distance and decided it was time to dance all the way home.