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I’ll never forget the trip my family and I took to the Redwood
Forest outside of San Francisco, California. The enormity of the
trees seemed to make a statement of how dominate nature is and how
vulnerable and small humans are.
Entering the forest, my eyes could hardly focus on the size and
beauty of the view. From as far as the eye could see, both frontward
and upward, were towering trees with branches that overlapped to connect a
never-ending mass of trees. The circumferences of these natural
creations were difficult to fathom. Bright burst of light seeped
through the branches as if they were trying to take control only to be
stopped by a seemingly larger force—only one object ruled this
forest.
If I could have bottled the smell of nature, I would have done it
that day, and I would have named it—Earth’s Essence. Nothing that is
man made could have stolen this moment. It had rained the day
before, and the entire area smelled fresh and damp. I closed my eyes
and took a deep breath. This has to be the way heaven smells, I
thought.
This forest had a way of heightening and calming my senses;
however, my emotions were calmed also. I felt safe and free, for
nothing could penetrate the strength of these trees and bother me.
I was saddened when our hike through the forest had ended. I
looked back one last time in hopes of capturing one final view that would
last me a lifetime, and so far it has. I hope to return one day and
take my friend with me. I know he will enjoy it as much as I
did. I wonder if he would get the inferior feelings that I
did? I wouldn’t mind that though because the enormity of that forest
gives us just a glimpse of the enormity of God.
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