One Ground

Believe it or not, but the earth only has one ground. That ground must be shared 6 billion people and trillions of anilmals across 6 continents and four oceans.That is right! Erosion makes the dirt that you step on today the same dirt that farmers in Africa are trying to use in a few years.

Why is this relevant?

As Americans, we are prone to want everything perfect. Whether it is keeping our lawns from being eaten, having a weed free garden bed, or keeping organisms off of our perfectly round vegetables. As a way to achieve our perfection, we trun to pesticides. Pesticides are any chemicals that are intended to keep away any pests, and this gardening phenomenon has been growing at an alarming rate since the early 1990's. As a result, people are unknowingly eating these "pest killers" in their food, whether it is home grown or imported. If you use pesticides on your own soil, you are inhibiting the growth of needed nutrients in plants across doors, counties, states and seas. Ingestion of these chemicals by any living being is known to cause some bad side effects. As a concluding result, plants are dying, animals are dying, and water is being contaminated.

So how can one help to stop this growning lethal ingestion? Easilly! A person can pull weeds themselves and let the crabgrass grow. As long as my life, my parents have always let the yard handle itself. The crabgrass doesn't even show any signs of disruption from the yard. Just let the plants grow and take it from there.

At One: Truly Appreciating Nature

The cool breeze washes around my face
As I look up into bitterness of the oncoming storm.
Only a short few seconds could tell me
How much longer I have to wait.

I start to hear the rain droplets speckle
Upon the leaves of the woods overhead.
I quickly abandon my safe haven
And run to the forest gate
Hoping to beat the storm to the outside world.

Muddy shoes sloshing and stamping.
Sound trying to keep up
With every jolted movement of my feet.

The sound of thunder embraced
The air around me.
I rapidly kicked off my shoes
To lessen the weight
And make my strides
Faster
Longer

My race turned quickly
As I began to hear the shower
From behind me.

I broadened my sight
Just to see that the exit
Was only a few yards ahead.

I pushed my last leg
And pulled myself through the tightly packed trunks
That guarded the gate.

I started to hear the gusts of wind
As I ran outside of my threshold.
I turned around
And took one last glance at what I call home.


The rain swirled overhead
And engulfed the spring area
Instantly drenching my self.

And all I could do was smile.
Nothing in the world mattered to me.

I raised my arms in the air
And threw myself to the ground.
I stared up at the sky
And let the droplets pierce my pupils.

I welcomed the thunder
And lighting.
Not a care in the world
As I laid there
Smiling and free.

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