Planet Earth Essay, Research Paper

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.