Mitch is twelve, and, in honor of Earth Day, he wrote this lovely thought about the forest. Enjoy.
When walking around, I can hear the underbrush crunching like cereal beneath my feet.
I can see the birds flying, the monkeys swinging from vine to vine.
Oh, how beautiful the forest is.
I look around me and see the world in its best dress.
I see the streams of crystal clear water and the creatures that lie within it.
I think to myself that God is a painter. He paints every day of our lives, and sometimes we smear the paint and mess up.
When I go back to reality, I see that the forest is not just nature; it is God's home - the jagged bark and moss on the trees, and the weightless water, and all the creatures.
The world is not just a place to live. It is God's home, so we need to treat it with respect.