nature-appreciation

On the damp morning, with a comforting 16°C outside, my nose was pressed against the cold glass window pane of the train that relentlessly carried me to the heart of Oslo. My heart, however, remained outside, immersed in the ethereal beauty of the Norwegian landscape blurring past me. The chill stalked inside from the edges of my seat, condensing my breath on the glass, and my heart contracted against a certain mournful feeling of disconnect.

Nature, this morning, was a melancholic orchestra. The hues of greens, stitched with dark earthy tones, greeted my eyes as they clung onto every tree, every ripple on the water bodies, the gentle sway of the meadow under the slight brush of breeze. A symphony in motion, captured in fleeting glances from a moving train.

Yet the faint inkling of sadness stemmed from a realization to which many are blind, the painful truth that the love for nature that once was, is now buried under urban jungles of concrete. We, as a society, are increasingly distancing ourselves from nature's embrace, causing profound harm both to our planet and our own well-being.

I dream of a world where the love for nature isn't a holiday excursion, it's a way of life. Where every embrace of a tree's bark under your fingertips, every whisper of wind playing with your hair, every fragrance of the dew-kissed grass on a foggy morning, brings you closer to nature's nurturing heart. The primal love – simple, pure, ethereal. Because as much as we need nature, nature needs us too.

To stride forward in progress without forgetting the tendrils of roots grounding us, is a balance that seems all but forgotten. The ominous statistics, stark images of melting glaciers, and news of species dwindling to extinction are harsh reminders of our failure to maintain this equilibrium. Every beautiful bloom or bird song at dawn is not a privilege to be taken for granted but a gift to be treasured.

The forlorn melodies of nature that my heart echoes this morning are a plea, a call to action. It is time to rekindle the inherent love for nature we all carry. It's our duty to teach our young ones that caring for Mother Earth isn't just a task but an honor. Let's open the world’s eyes to the beauty of nature and the need to protect and cherish it.

I alight from the train with the sighing noises fading behind me, and the distant silhouettes still painting bittersweet yearnings in my heart. With every word I pen in this post, I aim to serve as a voice - a voice of nature, a voice of responsibility.

And just as the sun finally peeks above the horizon, I am filled with a hopeful melancholy, of shared love being the buoy to keep us afloat. So let's rise with the dawn, hand-in-hand, rooted deeply and reaching for the light, inculcating the love for nature — one heart at a time. For even the smallest of steps, the faintest of whispers raises a voice for nature loud and clear for the world to hear. Because, ultimately, our survival is intertwined with nature's flourish.

Tags: nature appreciation environmental conservation personal reflections