The Color of Trees

I was born into a world devoid of color, one that people spoke about with such ardor and emotion all the time. For years, smells, sounds, and sensations more than colors molded my reality. I never thought of trees as green; instead, they were the rough bark beneath my fingertips, the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, and the smell of the dirt after a rainstorm. Sensations, vivid in their own special ways, filled my mind as it painted the globe.

Then, a method that promised sight but was experimental and full of unknowns, proved to be the breakthrough. I had never heard of the very concept. What did the word "see" mean? My family was quite supportive of my decision to get the operation, full of cautious hope. The appeal of seeing the world through the eyes of others was too strong to refuse, even though the hazards were enormous.

A cocoon of anticipation and dread surrounded recovery. My eyes were shielded from the new world that awaited me by bandages. It was like a fresh start the day they were taken out. The light in the room was dazzling, overwhelming in its intensity. I squinted against the light, amazement and tears blending together.

Green was the first color I really noticed. The rich, vivid green of the trees beyond the hospital window, not just any green. It was not at all what I had anticipated. Its depth and beauty could not be adequately conveyed by words or descriptions. Above was the sky, an endless blue expanse that served as a canvas for the sun's golden rays. I was enthralled, lost in the freshness of the hues, as each one made a long-lost friend acquaintance with me.

My world has changed from being characterized by darkness to a rainbow of hues. I could not stop staring at objects that I had previously only touched or smelled for hours. Flowers were amazing, with their delicate petals and enticing scents. My perception of the world was expanded by the pairing of colors with the familiar textures.

But my heart was won over by the trees. I strolled amidst them, caressing their trunks, realizing now what hue complemented the coarse bark. A visual symphony, the leaves danced in a variety of shades of green in the light breeze. At that moment, I realized that trees were living, breathing creatures as well as physical objects—each one a magnificent work of nature.

I had a ravenous curiosity that led me to explore the world as the days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months. The sensation of being able to see clearly prompted feelings of responsibility and deep thankfulness. I witnessed the earth's vulnerability in addition to its beauty. I had no idea that colors could represent the state of the earth and its suffering.

I started to promote the preservation of nature, bringing attention to the problems we were facing with the environment by utilizing my distinct viewpoint. My efforts were centered around the trees and their array of green hues. I discussed their significance as priceless pieces of art that enhanced our planet, in addition to serving as wildlife refuges and oxygen sources.

More than just a personal transformation, my journey from darkness to light served as a call to action. Trees' vibrant, living colors served as a constant reminder to me of the beauty that is worthy of striving for. My image of a world where nature is valued, conserved, and allowed to thrive emerged when I gained the ability to see.

The true color of trees is not just green, as I discover as I stand beneath the canopy of a towering oak, its leaves whispering secrets in a language of rustles and sighs. It is a symbol of the tenacity and splendor of the natural world, and the color of life itself. And it's nothing short of astounding for someone who never saw before.