Descriptive Essay About A Tree

Trees are important not only physically but also spiritually and for many this fact is lost. Physically trees provide humans with beauty and a healthy ecosystem. Spiritually trees provide humans a connection to nature. Their importance has been lost in our modern times as humans further separate themselves from nature. While forgotten by many, their actions still resonate. The two modern poems “The Tree Agreement” by Elise Paschen and “Living Tree” by Robert Morgan trumpet the value trees hold in comparable ways. In the poem “The Tree Agreement” the speaker argues for the benefits of the Siberian Elm against a disagreeing neighbor. By structuring the poem in this manner, the poet highlights how people are blind to the services trees provide while simultaneously highlighting said services. The tree is portrayed almost as a friend or ally to the speaker. The speaker describes not only to the significance of the tree to humans like the neighbor and the speaker but also to the other living creatures surrounding them. The poem “Living Tree” focuses on the actions performed by trees in cemeteries. This poem follows a more spiritual route when compared to Paschen’s poem. This poem describes the process those who have been buried go through and the role trees play in this process. The trees in this poem are portrayed as lightning rods for the chemicals and spirits of the dead. This relationship is portrayed positively, as the trees are a monument to the passing of life. These poems

If you're lucky enough to travel anywhere where would you go? I chose to go to a warm climate where there is tall palm trees, it's densely populated and it's one of the biggest states in the united states this place is California, that was the best choice I have made so far this year.

Even though others might believe some good qualities in a person are not loving and respectful, those qualities are the ones I would look for in a good person.

The novel A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith is written with warm and honest style, but with a sobering and dismal story about tenement life and growing up with nothing. In the beginning stages of the novel the world is beautiful and simple for children like Francie and Neely. A world where many of the poor children who live in the Brooklyn slums aren’t aware of their dismal predicaments and scrape by with blissful ignorance. What has impressed me the most is how warm and fleshed out the narrative style of this novel is be despite it being told in the point of view of third person omniscient. It exudes humanity and emotion to the point where I sometimes think it's in first person. The narrative changes as Francie Nolan ages and the descriptions

I broke through the trees. I couldn’t hear the eagle or the woman screeching, so I assumed I was safe. I was standing near a road. Thankfully, it was daylight. Now that I was safe, I began to think again. How long had it been? Time felt different there. My phone would have the date, if it wasn’t dead. I moved to check my pocket, but realized that I wasn’t wearing my jeans and t-shirt.

A bitter nostalgia overcame him. This was the old oak tree that towered high above, its branches blotting out the sun under which the sweaty sun-stricken kids would huddle together and listen to the rich counsel of the birds. His stomach churned as he remembered the innocent memories of his friends.

The sun is high above me and I walk into the forest in front of me,

Once upon a time, in the Tall Tree Forest, Danny the Bear and Timothy the Turtle were playing hide and seek by their favorite tree. It was Danny's turn to hide. He began to search the forest for the perfect place. Timothy counted down from 15. Then there were 13 seconds. Soon enough, Danny had 10 seconds to hide. Little did he know that his mother was hurdling toward him. The time was up and Thomas began to seek. Danny was ecstatic. The forest was silent except for Timothy’s steps and a sudden...

I've always have enjoyed exploring the outdoors nature always has its true beauty. It's always nice to explore or enjoy nature every area has its unique history whither it's a battle or a major landmark. The best view is in the air but it's not as beautiful but it's nice flying a plane and seeing miles of area or taking a road trip in the mountains. I was in Florida for a aviation camp mainly because i enjoy aviation. For that week we learned the ends and outs of how to fly a plane. We took off and head to a aviation museum which i have been to many times sucks that there f86 wasn't there again. The view from up there was amazing being able to see every where.

“Ira, come help me set up the tree.” My mama called to me from downstairs.

As I watched my families car pull out of my driveway, I felt like a piece of me was leaving as well. My eyes, feeling like a dam that had just burst open, could hardly open enough to gaze at my family waving goodbye. The rather short street seemed to stretch on forever as I watched the bright lights of the car slowly disappear, wishing they could just stop and never leave my sight. Despite my immense sadness, I saw the beautiful sunrise painting the sky with brilliant shades of orange and pink, reminding me that everything would be ok.

Ruby slipped into her red shoes. Her dress was blood red and was embellished with rubies, complementing the shoes. Her pale skin was dusted with red glowing dust and her lips were the color of apples, the hue little lighter than the dress. Her eyes were pink, with a dark rim around the edges. She felt as if she couldn’t breath, although she could.

Time flies by it's 8:30 better start to heading for the bus and then suddenly I began to get light I couldn't feel anything in my body feels like mush, but at the same time my mind feels open I have begun to write poems at an instant the boring walk I take to the bus became a beautiful garden the vivid colors merging into one the sea of oranges and reds engulf my eyes. I sat down just to appreciate the view that was In front of me. I remember hearing my friend shout

Although the weather wasn't as spectacular that day, I noticed a faint streak of sunlight pierce through the saturated clouds as it illuminates sky the and dense mist that summer day. Despite the conditions, it’s rather normal here most days with little visibility with the wind howling around each and corner. Soon the weather changed as the drive heighted deep into the mountainside with each and every turn. Upon reaching the top, the air was rather fresh and cool, just as you would expect it to be on a mountain overlooking miraculous views miles and miles ahead beyond the U.S borders from the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. Just the sensation of being connected with nature is truly overpowering and adventurous. My trip to Washington is by far one of my most memorable with its significant views of nature and the sightseeing in Seattle.  ………..

I stared at my old home a small brick house with what use to be a red door but now the paint has faded from the years. The red window shields bent and crooked and the windows are barricaded with wooden planks. Small patches of dead grass pop out the snow and the three trees in the front law are absent of leaves. The drive way still had the same red Nissan car only the back window was busted out. "I guess my mom never made it out her house." I thought to myself. I lost many people through the years some I even had to put down myself just like a soon to be rabid dog. As I stare at my