She Calls me Differently
Anne Beeman, Division 2, 12th grade #ws17e-s1d2

Mother Nature calls me like the moon calls the ocean to wave, dance, and glisten. I yearn for the smell of pine and the sound of the loons who gracefully glide across shimmering lakes and beautifully screech to the morning sky. I have cried at the sight of galaxies before me in Utah’s dead desert night, and I have marveled at the Rocky Mountains, who are unaware of their own grandness and magnitude. The mist of wild Maine has claimed my heart for ransom and the serenity of Minnesota’s northern woods has stolen my soul as its own.

I see the earth differently than other people. I see opportunity in her rich Iowan soil, and I see promise in her strong wind and her beautiful sky. I feel her call and I hear her cries with every tree cut down and every pipeline that spills. I act differently with nature. I speak differently about nature. I care differently about nature. I connect with her in a way which in indescribable.

I am a nature girl; I always have been. I remember being amazed at the freshness of Colorado Rocky Mountain air as a child and canoeing has been my preferred mode of transportation as long as I can remember. I love this Earth with all of my heart, and I view climate change as one of the most serious and vital matters of the current world. What’s the point of living, planning, and dying if we have no Earth left to do so on? Though many people know that my family and I take vacations to National Parks all around the United States, few people know my true passion and concern for my friend, Mother Nature.

I have never explained to peers or teachers the feeling I get when I look at millions of twinkling stars or stand over a cliff overlooking a never- ending and never- silent ocean of blue. I have never explained how the sight of a herd of elk takes my breath away, or how sometimes I have the need to reach down and touch the rich, dark soil that lies constantly beneath my feet. I believe I keep it to myself because I think they will not understand the warmth that swells within me, or maybe I think they believe other issues and matters to be more pressing. Or maybe it is because I wish to keep it to myself.

But every time I visit the Rocky Mountains, the blanket of beautiful clean, white snow becomes smaller. Every time I visit northern Minnesota, it gets a little bit warmer. And every time I look up at the sky, the stars become ever so slightly dimmer. Society is ignoring it. Politicians disregard or even reject it. It is time to open our eyes as a nation and as a world. Our planet is sick, and we are quite literally walking on thin ice. These beautiful and majestic places that I hold close to my heart are at risk as a result of climate change, pollution, and human ignorance.

It is time for me, for all of us, to take a firm, definitive stand against the destruction of our unique and irreplaceable home. My undeniable love for planet Earth must rise from the shadows and step into a new light in order to make an influence and a significant difference. People should know that I not only enjoy being outdoors, but that I also care deeply for the Earth and her peace. I have considered becoming a Conservational Biologist in order more effectively share my story and my emotions that seem to go unnoticed by my friends and peers, but I think I will first begin by being more open with my personal nature stories, by sharing my nature art, and by spreading my stories person by person.

I care about climate change in a different way than other people, because I connect personally with it. My rare relationship with the earth I feel is an intimate one. I have grown up in her dense forests and I have been exploring her wonders for as long as I can remember. She is important to me-more important than most people know. I care about her differently. She calls me differently.
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