A Magical Forest
The sun is high above me and I walk into the forest in front of me,
which I hear calling me.
I hear birds chirping and twittering, singing a song. This makes me
wonder about birds and where their songs come from. How ancient the
song I am hearing really is. As I take a step into the forest, I
notice at first the trees, stretching high above the ground, as if in
competition with one another, to see who will reach the sky first.
Their roots are long and strong, going deep under the ground,
indicating that they have lived in the area for a long time, for
centuries. As I look up, I notice first their leaves. Although they
are green, they have a tinge of gold reflected in the sun making them
bright and radiating their light around the forest. Looking down the
tree, in the day of the forest, I can see a faint glow. I see that the
colour of their thick, soft trunks is different from the common tree.
They are silver, reminding me of the winter cold.
The scent in the air is of the soil and the trees, and the flowers
that grow in the fields and seep in from around the forest. The elfin,
unusual flowers that grow within the forest can also be smelt. There
is a pure scent in the air. Never smelt by a human in today's day and
age, as there is too much pollution and chemicals in the air. I feel
tempted to walk up to the tree and feel it. As I reach out my hand and
stroke the trunk, I realize that it feels smooth as if I had been
stroking a baby's cheek. The feeling is beautiful and relaxing.
As I look down, I see flowers that I have never seen before. They have
unusual colours, never seen before; taking on extraordinary forms and
made of different sizes. I pick one up, cutting its stem in half, and
I sense an emotion of grief fill me, as if I had just killed it,
greedily, so that I could smell it. Putting the unknown flower to my
nose, I inhale deeply, taking in the beautiful, indescribable aroma.
It leaves me feeling heavenly and in high spirits.
I walk through the forest, with golden leaves falling to the ground.
The feeling that the forest fills me with is pure ecstasy and a
sensation of desire. There, cutting through the trees, is a river. Its
water is clear and fresh. The colour is clear blue with a hint of
purple. The pebbles at the bottom sparkle as they catch the suns
beams. I put my hand into the water and I feel a shiver go down my
back from the coldness. Having gotten used to the cold, I take a
handful of water and drink it. As the water trickles down my throat, I