Not sure if this sounds more like a poem. I am really struggling with writing short stories.
First Day of Spring
Spring flowers blossom. Bees buzz through the air. Honeysuckle scent consumes the air. Rushing water cascades over the waterfall. Chirping birds fly from branch to branch. Budding flowers bestow their beauty on Spring. Slimy snakes slither searching for shelter. The serenity of Spring sounds a new beginning. Flowers awaken from their winter sleep to bloom color on what was recently pure white.
Campers destroy the beauty of nature. With their portable homes and satellite TV, they engulf the songs of birds and squeals of frogs. In the murky night, campers’ shriek consumed within their drunken stupors. With their intoxicated songs resonate through the wilderness, the frightened animals scurry to their midnight hiding places. The campers disregard the true opportunity of camping: to sleep under the stars and discover the peace and serenity which can only be found in nature, the insignificant moments that require peace and patience to discover, and acquiring an invigorating sip of water from a babbling brook.
These campers are on Spring Break; college students who have too much time on their hands and no aspirations past today. The sons and daughters of the rich whose parents give them all the money they desire, but not one moment of regard. These are the kids who learn about life from television shows. The ones who drive the fast cars and party on the weekend. The ones who destroy Spring. The next generation of people who will overlook nature and perpetuate its destruction, consequently, they will be the generation which will discover the cost of indifference.
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