Wondrous are the Colorado landscapes, which so often call to me and invite me to explore. The peaks, the crisp mountain air, the aspen trees, the raw beauty of it all. I remember the first time this word came to mind as a descriptor of the landscape surrounding me. I was climbing to the peak of a mountain that stood magnificently at 14,000 feet. As I finished my ascent, exhausted and gasping for oxygen, knowing very well that there would be none, something else took my breath away. My jaw dropped and my eyes filled with tears. I contemplated the landscape in awe as I so desperately tried to take in every last bit of it. The sun shone lightly past a feathery cloud, gently kissing my face and warming my soul. That’s when I realized my love for her. For Nature.
Ethereal are the red and golden leaves that dance in the breeze, slowly floating down and embracing me with their remaining summer warmth. As I walked down the street decorated with thousands of amber and scarlet canvases, my heart filled with joy after every step. How could it be possible for something so beautiful to exist, and how had I been lucky enough to be alive to witness it? I didn’t have answers to these questions. But I thanked the universe for life. And I thanked the universe for her. For Nature.
Misery overwhelmed me when I was not near her. Trapped by the walls of my room drove me to insanity. I craved to be with her, to feel the sunshine on my skin and the breeze blowing through my hair. Why couldn’t I enjoy her company all the time? Why did I have to leave her at night when she put on a beautiful display of twinkling diamonds for everyone to observe? Her art was mesmerizing, every little thing she made was magical. From her fiery paintings on the trees to her sparkling diamonds in the sky. I wanted to observe her displays, to appreciate her beauty. But as I stepped outside, she grew shy and stopped showing me her art. The canvases on the trees remained green longer, then deteriorated to a lifeless brown when an unexpected snow fell. And the diamonds? Well, they began to fade, covered by a dirty film which she was not familiar with. She didn’t know what to do. She fought, painted more passionately, polished her diamonds, but her efforts were useless. I watched her fight and I wanted to protect her. Wanted to fight for her. For Nature.
Unbearable was the pain that I felt when I learned that they had hurt her. I couldn’t understand why. She was so beautiful, so pure. And us? So damaging, so undeserving. I felt hopeless as the black poison seeped through her veins killing her slowly. I was in despair as they tore her limbs in attempts to clear land for our use. But was it worth it? The pain, the suffering, was it worth it? I… no… we needed her. So why did we hurt her? Why did we destroy her? I couldn’t find an explanation. Could it be that I was the only one who admired her beauty? Could it be that I was the only one that recognized her pain, felt what she felt, as they brutally tore her apart? Why are they hurting her? Why, oh God, why? I wanted to stand up for her. To protect her. But there was little I could do for her. For Nature.
Strenuous were my efforts to protect her. I heard her cries for help and witnessed as they continued to harm her, so I did everything in my power to stop them. They asphyxiated her, filling her lungs with lethal gases, muddling her existence with filthy clouds of toxins. They drained the life out of her, the life that she so generously shared with us, the life that kept us alive. I did all I could to put a halt to it. Tried to change my behavior and inspired others to follow suit. But there were too many of us, and our efforts were overshadowed by those who didn’t care or didn’t see value in trying. I could not do enough. So they continued to harm her and I continued to cry and continued to try for my beloved. Our beloved. We tried for her. For Nature.
Treacherous were those who knowingly hurt her, as were those who stood idly by. Some showed blatant disregard while others tried to bear the entire weight of her pain. But it didn’t matter. We were all to blame. Even though I loved her, I also hurt her. My mere existence became deadly to her, no matter how hard I tried to keep her safe. My every breath was like a knife to the chest, while all she did was give me life. I tried to change but no matter what I did I inflicted pain on her. I wanted to care for her. For Nature.
Courage was what I needed to carry on. Her pain became mine, and though I knew my efforts were futile, I persisted. I swam against the current in the continual struggle for her well-being. I fervently opposed those who did not show compassion for her. It did not matter if I was standing alone, because if no one else showed her love, I knew I needed to. It did not matter if no one else fought with me, as long as I had done my job to tend for her, right? She was worth all the effort, and I would not give her up without a fight. I would make a change for her. For Nature.
Heartache tore through me as her condition worsened. I thought we were headed down the right path. But it wasn’t enough.I’m sorry, but the overly celebrated attempts to enact positive change were not enough. She needed time, and she needed care, but we did not act fast enough and we did not care deeply enough. The facade masking our neglect needed to be torn down, and she began to demolish it as the pain became unbearable. Did we really think that we could do so little to stop so much pain? We needed to act quickly and we needed to act passionately for her. For Nature.
Agony filled my body as I realized it was too late. I read the headlines warning of impending doom, not just for her, but for us, too. We could’ve saved her, could’ve saved ourselves. She gave us so many signs, she cried for help but we failed to listen. Blatantly ignored as she implored for us to change our ways. But we refused. How had I let this happen to my love? I couldn’t stand to watch her suffer, but I had to remain hopeful for her. For Nature.
Negligent were all of the people who had the power to keep her safe. The powerful men in suits refused to acknowledge her pain. They valued money over her well-being. We fought, spoke for her as she lost her voice. Some of us rose to power in attempts to change the course of her future, but the money always won. They didn’t care about her. They only cared about the wealth she provided as they exploited her beauty. They took advantage of her, abused her when they should have cared for her. For Nature.
Gone we will be when she takes her final breath. She has tolerated so much pain, so much suffering, but we do not care. We continue to take from and to kill the beautiful one who has given us so much, from the air we breathe to the clothes on our backs. Everything. But as she fades away, so do we. Slowly and painfully, as our last breaths become more and more difficult. I never would have imagined that the air itself would be the thing to take my breath away. So polluted, so toxic. We killed her. We didn’t care for her. For Nature.
Envision the worst case scenario, and take action to avoid it. Our future can still be bright, we can still have a better tomorrow. Her final days are near, but in our hands we have the power to avoid the torment which may soon be inevitable. We must change. We must encourage others to care, encourage them to join the fight before it’s too late. So I urge, no, I beg you to be the change. Our way of life will no longer be sustained. We must change. For us. For her. For Nature.









