FREE ESSAY ON PLANET EARTH

PLANET EARTH

My Planet Earth
Buried lost within my sleep, I am illusioned by a dream. Confused by the situation, I
hear sirens and flashes of light, rigorously delivering discomfort. Perplexed by the
ordeal, I twist and turn and suddenly I awaken. Breathing heavily I take a sigh of relief
realizing that distorted sounds of the sirens were only that of my alarm. As I get up of
my bed, I draw back the blinds and slide across my fogged window. I find nothing but pure
blackness, and the flurry of the morning chill. I am discouraged but I know that this day
will grow to be the most beautiful things on earth.
As I stare up overhead at a moonlit sky surrounded by the thousand "pinpoint", I smell
coolness of eucalyptus extracted from the giant trees, and the fresh scent of air, so
pristine and untouched by mankind. All I can hear is the blackness of the atmosphere.
There is no life, and the world is at peace, it is at rest.
Then suddenly, the slumber is ceased, and the day awakens. The stars begin to fade and
the first light of day appears. The eyes of the earth slowly opens and elegance of the
sun gradually emerges above the horizon from the far east, painting vivid patches of red,
orange, and blue. Suddenly I see flocks of birds flying from nowhere in a disfigured "V"
formation as I hear the wake up call of the rooster somewhere across the dew and mist of
the morning air. Although so soft, I hear trickling from the trees drenched by the
cleansing morning rain clashing with the sweet songs of the birds within them. As every
single second goes by, the sun rises higher and higher, warming up the earth and lighting
the sky. The earth has awakened. Comforted by the tranquility, I lay back to rest and
contemplate on whether this gracefulness will last.
Relaxed, I once again fall into a deep sleep. Taking each breath as it comes. All I felt
was the warmth's of my blanket, and all I could see was the pitch-blackness induced by
the closure of my eyelids. Unexpectedly, a furious flash of light ignites, and the
violent sounds of the siren develop, I scream but I can not hear myself cry. I faintly
see my mother. She lays peacefully on a tar ruined lane, I run to her, but every step
seems to convey me further away from her. I hear her cry, but her cry stops, she calls
for my help. She calls my name. "Peter!" I hear. Sounding so terribly real, and agitated
by the situation, I twist and turn and suddenly I awaken to the kind touch of my mother's
hand. "Are you okay Peter?" mother asked. All I could do was hug her and tell her "I
loved you!" My heavy breathing transforms into drips of tears but they dry before my
mother could see. I reflect on the dream, and consider that maybe the dream had a
meaning. Am I taking my mother for granted?
As I peacefully sit out on the front porch, I am struck by the powerful radiance of sun.
It demonstrates all its intensity and solar power. Like on a desert island, I can feel
the unbearable heat burning my skin but it is constantly soother by the friendly greeting
of a southern wind. The trees dance from to right, rustling their leaves together making
the sound as one might do with their hands on a cold day. The heavens above looking also
much like the earth itself, with the vast baby blue oceans encompassing the floating
white islands with silver shorelines.
After few hours of contemplating, I looked up once more, and all I saw was the tiredness
of the earth, accompanied by a rich red. The earth is tired and weary, and I guess it
must rest. Howling winds are sent once again to cool the earth. The birds far above fleet
to where they once originated. As they fly across the warm horizon, the sun falls beyond
them into a land far west. Like the dawn of day, the sky is once again filled with the
magnificent array of colour. Showing a red heat near the sun, but a blue coolness away in
the east. Darker and darker the world becomes, but moonlit sky accompanied by the
glittering stars overcomes the fear of darkness. The magnificence and beauty of the cycle
day only left us with the heavens to watch. And tomorrow we will once see the cycle
continue, but this time I hope someone else will respect its beauty.
The beauty of a day here on Earth is a beauty long taken for granted. We all have
experienced it, but does not appreciate it until it is gone, but I fear when that time
comes, the beauty will be lost forever.