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Beauty's Duality

Beauty's Duality

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Published by Tony Powell
The duality of beauty in nature is explored through a descriptive essay... with an unsuspecting ending.
The duality of beauty in nature is explored through a descriptive essay... with an unsuspecting ending.

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Published by: Tony Powell on Apr 04, 2012
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Tony PowellProfessor Matlock English 13014 April 2012
DualityHovering high above the dew soaked trees, thoughtfully gazing below to the lush, greenfoliage that provides umbrage to a host of life, a sense of unbridled wonderment flourishes thesenses- sporadically assaulted by an intrusive, rhythmic thump of air. Descending upon thesurreal environment engages the senses in more profound detail- the air becomes heavier,pungent with tellurian scents, evoking thoughts of a rich environment. Topography slowlyreveals itself giving semblance of a growing 3D shift in perspective. Clouds gradually riseupwards, now abandoning the once manageable scenery. The immersive, aerial sensory inputsubsides momentarily, as attention must be paid to its brutish facilitator while closing in on thewindswept, grassy pasture. The cacophony of sound gradually comes to a pleasing halt, followedswiftly by a familiar ringing in the ears.Standing, unencumbered by distractions, the expansive discourse of vegetation boasts animpressive resume for nature: The monkey grass sways haphazardly, under submission to awarm, humid breeze; mushrooms and dirt intersperse the grass providing a template for openregions; trees of all sizes line the horizon entangled with droopy, half broken vines; saplingslitter the tree trunks with bright, green leaves that endow an abstract décor to an alreadymesmerizing landscape. A primordial sense of curiosity overhangs the luscious scenery,
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promoting a feeling of wanderlust inhibited only by a foreboding presence of the unknown. Theedge of the rain forest exudes an ambient sway of shimmering leaves that subdues light and windwith an eerie consistency, positively overshadowed by the hum of abundant life. Committing tothe forest is easily done, without trepidation. Entering the green darkness was not a decision butcompulsory, an obligatory response that welled from within.Inside, now peering out past the tall, thick trees to the pasture, the sensuous domain isnew and exciting, ripe with experiences and beauty. Right away, a brown flying squirrel soarsintently through the air, instinctively altering his body to catch mosquitoes in the mostimpressive aerobatic maneuvers. The ground is uneven, wet, and a collage of sparse, multicolored dead foliage accompanies fallen trees that have developed into mossy structures. Black beetles, adroit spiders, and the ever classical grub worms diligently working on the mossystructure pays homage to the cycle of life as the insects create shelter and take food from thefallen, decrepit tree. The trickle of a small, fresh water stream- no more than two inches wide-elegantly pierces the quiet picture, framed by hairy vines and protruding tree roots. The water isobservably clean and fresh, as the white rocks over which it passes easily provides a contrast forvisible impurities. Disturbingly, a few feet down the stream, a small, striped, red and blue fishlies on its side, barely alive, gasping for air as water passes through one set of gills. Just then,the forceful, busy sound of water descends the stream and dogmatically ushers the fish to alarger, more accommodating stream below. With a tenebrous beauty, a three foot, dark green,archaic-looking alligator gar slithers out from behind an agglomeration of rocks. At the exactmoment the fish is acclimated, the gar lunges forwards and consumes the fish whole, diving back into the water without so much as disturbing the peaceful, sacerdotal green
and whiteflowers floating nearby. So quick, resolute, and unsuspecting nature can be to the average
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animal; vigilance must be instinctual to survive. This life and death drama, with its personal andglobal implication, escapes scrutiny as a black, wild boar sprints across the unsuspecting foliage,crushing all objects in its path. A myriad of wildlife, previously at peace, are instinctively alertto danger and impulsively dart in all directions to avoid calamity, adding yet another verse to thisvisceral drama.While the earth is still enthralled by this captivating display of nature, a light sprinkle of 
rain dances on the leaves high above, creating an audience to nature’s play below. The stream of 
water vibrates and shimmers, providing concealment to the underwater world. The hue of theforest shifts as streams of light punctuating the ceiling fade in intensity. The leaves, dirt, andbark turn caliginous, while simultaneously displaying a wet sheen. Small animals and insectsscurry to take shelter as they have once before, no doubt aware of the austere, damningpossibilities of nature. Eudemonia sweeps over the intellect as sultry air invades the nostrils,accented by the predictable, flowing drips of cool water droplets on the back of the neck. Soengaging is the beautiful environmental permutation, neglecting the immediate surroundings iseasy, overshadowing the senses to dangerous signs. The inconspicuous, brown sand sneakilycaptures idle feet, pulling in direct opposition of attempts to flee. Just outside of reach are short,green saplings rooted in sturdy ground, exciting escape and panicked movement, furtherstimulating the hungry, menacing quicksand. The rain suddenly tumbles down with authority,pulsating the surrounding trees and soil. The ravenous sand advances halfway up the body;movement is futile; the once beautiful forest is now a living nightmare. Reflecting on the fish inthe narrow stream reveals glaring similarities between two species differing vastly in intellect,yet susceptible to the same folly. The relentless rain lowers the viscosity of the sand further,expediting impending death. Sinking deep in the beige, black speckled pit delivers an even,

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