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A Greener India......A Brighter Future

Nature is the most beautiful and bountiful gift that man has ever received. I'm sure that God must have found it difficult to part with his most prized creation, but nevertheless, has gifted it to us with great generosity. We on our part, have accepted this gift graciously, but are not making any efforts to preserve its unique beauty.
“With power comes responsibility” If used mindfully, we can benefit a lot from nature’s abundant supply of treats, but with this, we also need to fulfil the immense responsibility of caring for it; and living up to God’s expectations.
We have come to associate nature with the colour ‘green’. All things green-trees, bushes, shrubs, vines, creepers, moss, grass- constitute a significant part of nature. Green is a colour which soothes the mind and can pacify the most troubled of souls. People love green. Potted plants and graceful creepers adorn almost every balcony.
The value of a tree cannot be measured in the amount of paper it produces, or the number of the pieces of furniture which its timber can be used to make. It is measured in the amount of shade it provides during the scorching, blistering heat, the amount of fruit it gives; which attract birds and children alike, the number of nests it shelters from storm and rain, and the amount of oxygen it emits. Trees are the true supporters of life.
Trees take tens of hundreds of years to grow into beautiful, strong trees, but do we care? We cut down trees ruthlessly, without a care in the world, only wanting to benefit and gain personal profits. We don’t give a thought to the terrible consequences which will soon follow. But it our future generations who will pay for our deeds.
Nature is livid. She is bursting with anger. Her fury can be seen through the devastating natural calamities. She is trying to warn us. But do we pay any heed to these warnings?
The level of greenery in India is decreasing by the day. No trees line the roads, no flowers dance in the bushes. Garbage and overflowing skips hide the little grass which lurks beneath. Flowers crave to spring up, but the dry, parched ground does not allow it. Public gardens prove elusive.
We have taken it for granted that the government and the few, nature protecting organizations will somehow, magically double the greenery. But we must ask ourselves, are we doing anything which would assist them?
It is we, the proud citizens of our country who must take a stand and strive to change its downcast look. We must try and make an effort to persuade our neighbours and friends to plant at least one tree on their birthdays. This one, small action would be sure to start a massive chain, and the people whom we requested would spread the message to others, and they in turn, would alert many more. This would automatically start an enormous plantation drive. If we were to be successful, then the number of trees would increase manifold. Also, we should try and water many small, thriving plants so that they grow up to be strong, sturdy trees. If watered, the chances of survival of these plants increase.


It is, of course, easier said than done. But it is not impossible, and if we join hands and strive to change the face of our country into a bright, cheery and lush one, then we definitely can.

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