What would you choose to be: a forest, a mountain, a meadow, or a river? Why? What would you look like, where would you be and what emotions would you feel-please be realistic on the emotions?

-- Cindy (SE In) (atilrthehony_1@yahoo.com), March 01, 2001

Answers

Cindy,, you come up with some WILD questions,, I love it,, (though I usually dont answer them)

-- Stan (sopal@net-port.com), March 01, 2001.

I would choose to be a river.

A river is the thing that gives life to everything around it. Forests come and go. Mountains are majestic and beautiful, but contribute little to the persistence of life. Meadows become forests over time. But a river is a force to be reckoned with. It can cut through the earth and through rocks. It sustains countless species from land, air, and water. It promotes trade, entertainment, recreation, and settlement among humans. It inspires art and challenges our great thinkers. Rivers are persistent, and near eternal. The rivers written about in the beginning of recorded history were highly influential on human history and remain so to this day.

It is no coincidence that one of my hobbies is collecting non-game native North American fishes and studying them in my aquaria. The river is a cornucopia of life that sustains man even while we seem hell bent on destroying it.

-- Chris Hedemark (chris@yonderway.com), March 01, 2001.

I would be a meadow. Meadows are a nice surprise when you happen on to them and they are so peacefull and happy [ with there wildflowers] they remind me of a contented sigh, I would be a meadow.

-- kathy h (ckhart55@earthlink.net), March 01, 2001.

I guess I would be a forest. I love the trees and all God's beauty that can be found there. I feel very close to Him there. What would you want to be Cindy?

-- bwilliams (bjconthefarm@yahoo.com), March 01, 2001.

I think I would have to choose being a mountain. I would be old and wise, and strong. My sadness from being able to see so far into the world would be tempered by memories of the past joys of my human and animal inhabitants. I would be extremely protective of my children (the forests, meadows, rivers, animals and people) and try to preserve them as best I could from all the evils of the world. I just might be able to survive long enough to help my children to build a new and better life.......

-- Sue Diederich (willow666@rocketmail.com), March 01, 2001.

Lets see if I was a forest some logger would clear cut me, if I was a mountain some company would strip mine me, if I was a meadow someone would biuld a house on me and turn the rest of me into a yard, garden, and animal pens, If I was a river the army corp of engineers would dam me. Sounds depressing but realistic.

-- debra in ks (solid-dkn@msn.com), March 01, 2001.

I would be a meadow. Dappled with sun on an early summer's morn, wet with the dew. Small wild flowers and green grass surrounded by the majestic trees, shelter and food supplier to Forest's children. I agree with the other meadow here..finding one is like a sigh and a happy conteted one at that. I remember the two I found as a child ..one dappled and wet in deep woods and the other as big as a field covered in black eyed susans on a bright summer day. Both were magical to me and always in my heart.

-- Alison in Nova Scotia (aproteau@istar.ca), March 01, 2001.

I guess us meadows think alike. I agree with the other two meadows. I would love to be a refuge for the weary. A beautiful, quiet place where people can come and lay in my tall grass, smell the rich earth, hear the splashing of the brook running through me and escape the harshness of life. I would have such an abundance of wildflowers that my visitors wouldn't have to feel guilty for picking some. I would be a place where the sunlight embraces all those who enter. An island in a sea of trees. A green "little world" that people can find and then each think of as there own secret meadow.

-- Arlene in OR (amwauer@todbbs.com), March 07, 2001.