This type of writing takes one into nature, in a place that they prefer to spend some time and observe their surroundings. Then after learning about the many different changes that are occurring with climate change, writing about nature in the next fifty years and what could/is happening to that very place.
This project truly connects the person with his/her surroundings. As the student begins to describe our earth they will realize how delicate the earth actually is. The student is able to become one with, being able to experience climate change on a deeper, more personal level. It is an interesting way of writing and getting to know more about climate change because it can be done over a period of time, where changes might be seen.

Some of the targeted age groups to do this project can be really anyone. However, this project, in our eyes, is seen for younger children, in their elementary or middle school years. Educating children about climate change is one of the most important parts of combating climate change. This project can give them a starting point into their climate change education, along with a more personal connection to its effects. With a lot of children being outside, this writing assignment would be something fun for them. There are multiple ways of writing this. Below are a couple examples of different styles that could be effective when writing this project.


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Journal Style

4 - 2 - 2016, I walked into the woods in search of a place to observe the surrounding wilderness. I am in Greenville, Michigan on a piece of land owned by my family. The land stretches about 89 acres. Towards the center, there is a small lake. I am sitting aside this lake, waiting, listening, and not thinking about anything other than my surroundings. I must be honest, this land does look dead. With its lifeless leaves laying on the cold hard floor, its barren trees swaying in the wind coming oh so close to toppling to the cold hard floor. I sit on one of these fallen trees, a tree that must of had not the strength to withstand the last storm. I am bundled up in my winter coat and sweat pants. It is cold. There is still snow on the ground, from the snow fall this afternoon. Although the land appears abandoned, I am able to make out signs of life scattered about. Little paw prints in the melting snow, squirrels running about, birds singing as the fly above. In the water, the geese rest peacefully. The trees revealing evidence of their a new beginning. The water only to be disturbed by the occasional gust of wind, stirring the water and sending ripples across its surface. If you look closely, you can see the reflection in the water, mirroring its surroundings. Nature really is peaceful. It is calming. Before I even thought about writing in my journal, I sat on this fallen tree, one with the earth around me. In the west, just on the other end of the lake, the sun is beginning to set. The air is cooling and the shadows are disappearing. I figure I have about 20 minutes before the sun is gone.

4 - 2 - 2066, I sit on the same piece of land, as I have done before, and observe the changes from the past years. The land has begun to deteriorate. I haven't seen a hint of snow in months. The trees in this area are dying with increasing speeds. I suspect, these species aren't able to survive in this warming environment. This land used to be beautiful, but now the only word I can use to describe such a wasted environment is "destroyed". The lakes edge has receded and is now just a mucky eye soar. There are no longer squirrels running about and there are no longer birds flying above. The life that used to be is no longer. The land is dead.

Descriptive Style- Using the Five Senses
What I see and What It Could Be

During my time thus far at Western, I love to be outside as much as I can. That is if the weather is in decent shape. There is a park that is within twenty yards of my front door. Recently the weather has been ample enough to go and spend some quality time outside. My roommate and I decided it was time to go play catch, while mother nature seemed to be in a calm mood.

When I stepped outside and walk down the sidewalk to the park, I see such a vast variation of color. The grass is vibrantly green because of the rain that had previously hit. There are dogs of every breed roaming around with their owners and some even running after each other. The trees are still bare but bring brown and black to the color spectrum that draws my eyes. The sun shines bright with its goldish brilliance, warming the atmosphere. The sky is baby blue with streaks of white from the clouds that preside. The previous day the color pallet changed completely as the sky turned grey and all that can be seen is white from the day’s snow.

The smell of nature is like no other, it warms the body and mind. Though not much has bloomed, the grass gives off a fresh smell that resonates happiness in my mind. Depending on whether or not a truck has drove past, sometimes the smell of gasoline or diesel can make its way to my nose.

There is much to be heard while I am in the park. The dogs are barking at each other and sometimes I can hear the owners yell after them. I hear the wind whistle against tree branches in the distance. The sound of birds singing to one another can be heard all around me. Occasionally the train comes by making a loud roar as it flies by. When it snowed the other day, stepping outside I could hear the motion of the snowflakes as they fell from the sky to the ground, like the wind whipping against the fence that surrounds the park.

There is not much to taste but only of the snowflakes that land on my lips. They are brisk, and flavorless.

The grass has a moist texture because of the water that is trapped in the soil underneath. The trees that surround the park are bare. Their bark feels brittle and coarse as if it was dried out. I feel the chilling wind against my face and the snow freezes my bones as it falls on my shoulders. Though when the sun comes out, it is warm as it radiates against my skin.

This park may be small but it is beautiful in my eyes because it gives me an escape from the city that surrounds me. With the trends that we are seeing in our climate, a lot could change in 50 years to that park. With the current world temperature rising, the seasons might change. The winters that affect Michigan and leave snow in that park might slowly start to go away. There could be little to no snow that is formed during what are considered normal winter months in Michigan. The birds that preside in the park will no longer have a sense of migration because the weather would be warmer. With the change in temperature, some of the species of animals other than birds might die off because of the drastic change in the climate. The grass might die out because drought might occur more often. That also means that the flowers that are mixed into the vegetation that surrounds the park would die off too. Stronger storms might destroy some of the vegetation, likes trees in the park that are home to many different animals. And with all of that happening the environment would be so drastically changed that us humans might no longer use the park, as it would become the remanence of climate change.

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