A visit to the forest
The charmed timberland allured me into its beating heart. How might I be able to oppose such a rich Garden of Eden? The profound, frequenting melody of its antiquated tune shouted to me. As old as Adam, the backwoods was still saturated with richness and extravagance. With a light heart, I dove into the larger vault of leaf and appendage. It was not what I had anticipated. The impassableness of the sunrise’s light had not yet speared to the rich, green sward. In view of this, hoods of dark shadow hung in the forests. The radiance of the backwoods was uncovered in the birthstone-brilliant light. Almond-cocoa trees stood calmly, flooded with a delicate sparkle. Their bark looked like riffled toast and pearls of golden fastened their dried up outside. The primary become flushed of the morn gave the verdant nook a green-going-to-gold composition.
Loops of vaporous fog enwrapped the shaggy leaders of the oak trees. They writhed around them like a conjuror’s smooth smoke, exotic and fanciful. Strainers of fog touched the lichen-encrusted bark. Adding its phantasmal gas to the clammy breath of the woodland, it floated with fatal expectation. It stifled sound, frequented meadows and filled unfilled spaces. A sepulchral quiet overhung the sacred ground where the trees challenged not develop. Nothing blended, nothing shone, nothing sang. An empty resounding, similar to the quieted tones of an extraordinary, stabbed house of God, buried the wood.
At that point a finger of supernal light jabbed through the foggy cross section. It was trailed by an entire weaver of light, sifting down increases of gold. Like the luminal gleam of the divine beings, it pursued the shadows, expelled the agony and spilled into spaces where the fog once stalked. The fluty funneling of a warbler split the hush pretty much as the woods got to be overwhelmed with light. A fusillade of trilling and chattering exploded surrounding me as the primordial backwoods woke up with the troubadours of the trees. I shot between shafts of radiant gold light as I went, respecting the butterflies. They pirouetted noticeable all around, their wings a-whirr like little swells of silk.
Sitting without moving past softened cowhide delicate blossoms, I stroked them delicately, getting shivers in my fingers. My ears livened up at the metallic, tinkling sound of a stream. It flashed with a tinsel tint through the ribbon of takes off. At the point when the trees separated, I could see it was sliding into an interminability pool. The pool resembled a cleaned mirror of silver, with skeins of whirl white contorting gradually at first glance. A sparkly spillway prompted a choppier lake. Rocks colonized the edges of the lake, buffed with cushions of greenery. They brought on a rough sputtering as water met stone; a wash, a thump, a swell and a clop. Sweet scents, alluvial and palliative, appeared to flutter all through my mindfulness. Sight and smell competed for consideration in this spirit enhancing dream world. I set my back against a knobby stone, inclining my head against the overgrown cushion. I shut my eyes, let my continuous flow grab hold, and floated into endlessness. When I got up, I couldn’t recall my fantasy, yet delicateness silvers still waited in the memory of it.
green, brown, dead fall, fallen trees, logs, branches, twigs, fallen leaves, ferns, underbrush, moss, brambles, thickets, ivy, berry bushes, pine needles, pine cones, acorns, insects, rabbits, birds, squirrels, lizards, mice, foxes, spider webs, deer, sun-dappled, shady, shafts…
branches creaking, feet shuffling through detritus, squirrels chattering, leaves rustling, wind whistling around trunks/disturbing the leaves, birds singing, insects humming/ churring, rustle of animals rooting in underbrush, scrabbling of lizards on tree bark, limbs..
tree smells (pine, etc), wildflowers, earthy smell, animal scents, rotting wood, fresh, stale, dry, damp, wet, scents on the wind from nearby places (water, wood smoke, ocean), wild mint/herbs, decay (bogs, stagnant pools of water, dead animals), skunks, skunk weed…
earthy air, sweet/sour berries, nuts, mushrooms, wild onions, seeds, bitter, mint, gritty, mealy, meaty, relish, savor, sample, salty, acidic, sweet, flavorful, sour, tart, flavorless, swallow, mild, nutty, relish…
rough tree bark, kiss of falling leaves, branches slapping, uneven ground, knobby roots underfoot, sticky sap, underbrush that tangles/grabs, prickle of briars, slick leaves, twigs snagging at hair/scratching face, tickle of hanging moss, spider web strands on skin, soft…
–The words you choose can convey atmosphere and mood.
Example 1: I lifted my face, letting the light and shadow dance across my skin. Bees hummed in and out of the pennyroyal. I inhaled its minty smell and continued on, delighting in the sound of my feet sliding through the leaves.
–Similes and metaphors create strong imagery when used sparingly.
Example 1: (Simile) The trees lashed and crashed against each other like drum sticks in the hands of a giant…
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