Trees as far as the eyes can see. A night sky not yet obscured by city lights; stars that you feel that you can reach out and touch. Water flowing in streams and falls; lakes yet unpolluted by industrialization. Wild life abundant and untouched. These were the Americas that the age of modern man had not touched.
What would it feel like to be in a world not yet changed because of man? To soak in the beauty and breathe in the wonder? To take the first steps into a virgin forest, and be a part of that land? Joy. Pure and simple joy. To feel part of what God made, and live a life that did not change what was already there.
The excitement of discovery. To walk where no man had walked before. To stay and be a part of that dream. The smell of clean earth, the taste of fresh herbs, the glory of being new.
200 years. Just 2oo years that wiped away the fresh newness. That welcomed industrialization, that polluted what was new and untouched. The people native to this land respected the gift that was given. The people that conquered and dominated had no respect, just forward moving to what they considered progress.
How many, I wonder, wish they could turn back the years and see that virgin forest? Could see a sky not polluted by automobiles and industry? Could learn to live in peace with nature and rejoice in the beauty that surrounds them?
If Icould turn back time, it would be to that place. Not to a person, not to a moment, but to then...the beginning. And strive with all my heart to leave it untouched.
k
What would it feel like to be in a world not yet changed because of man? To soak in the beauty and breathe in the wonder? To take the first steps into a virgin forest, and be a part of that land? Joy. Pure and simple joy. To feel part of what God made, and live a life that did not change what was already there.
The excitement of discovery. To walk where no man had walked before. To stay and be a part of that dream. The smell of clean earth, the taste of fresh herbs, the glory of being new.
200 years. Just 2oo years that wiped away the fresh newness. That welcomed industrialization, that polluted what was new and untouched. The people native to this land respected the gift that was given. The people that conquered and dominated had no respect, just forward moving to what they considered progress.
How many, I wonder, wish they could turn back the years and see that virgin forest? Could see a sky not polluted by automobiles and industry? Could learn to live in peace with nature and rejoice in the beauty that surrounds them?
If Icould turn back time, it would be to that place. Not to a person, not to a moment, but to then...the beginning. And strive with all my heart to leave it untouched.
k
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