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 extraordinar...
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...strength of love to enfold you.
A love that will last within your heart and make you experience even
the devils love.
The whole feel of the changes in the forest and what I saw and smelt
makes the experience rare and unique, and heavenly to feel. The taste
that is left in your mouth from a fruit off one of those trees is
sweet and warms up your insides leaving you happy and content. It
fills you up and is a good replacement for both food and drink. If you
walk into the forest in distress, you walk out of the forest in peace.
As you enter the forest, you enter a morning of gold. As the night
embraces the forest, you see a night of silver. That is where I wish
to go. There, where all living beings are in peace and provide love
for each other, like the stars that shine vibrantly in the sky,
cheerful and welcoming.
As one looks and studies the old tree and its annual rebirth, one might notice that it is like a form
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees”
I am sitting in the passenger side as my dad is driving, and we are on our way to my grandpa's land which is located about 25 minutes east of Dubuque. First thing we do when we get there is to finish putting on our coats, and then to grab our bows out of the back, then I close my door softly. Walking through the open field I have dead weeds and tall grass crunching under my boots, and at the end of the field we reach a barbed wire fence that we crawl under. Then we cross under a bunch of pine trees and go about 30 yards into the woods to where my tree stand sits. Then my dad tells me good luck and he heads down into the gully where his stand is located. So I then climb the 12 foot ladder and sit on the seat and put on my safety belt and get my arrow ready on the bow string. I survey the land and look for any movement, so I look to the left where there is another set of pine trees, then I look in front of me into the first set of pine trees don't see anything yet. Then I hear a sound of crunching leaves and immediately look to my right and sure enough there is a big doe getting ready to cross the fence 15 yards away.
Zitkala-Sa observes the flowers and personifies them, assuming they are possessive of a spirit by saying, “Their quaint round faces of varied hue convince the heart which leaps with glad surprise that they too, are living symbols of omnipotent thought. ' ; (102) Everything natural was incorporated into their religious beliefs. Thus, the people receive refreshment of the soul through companionship with the outdoors. The narrator describes a spiritual experience as, “to seek the level lands where the wild prairie flowers grow. And they, the lovely little folk, soothe my soul with their perfumed breath. '
It had called her to come and gaze at a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously" (10). Gazing across the garden, Janie "was seeking confirmation of the voice and vision, and everywhere she found and acknowledged answers. [she longed] to be a pear tree - any tree in bloom!...
Flannery O'Connor is a very complex writer in terms of her use of symbolism in addition to the elements of the grotesque and blackly humorous. O'Connor’s story, "A View of the Woods," is symbolically complicated. The story focuses on the relationship of Mary Fortune Pitts, a little girl, and her grandfather, Mr Fortune. The story is one of conflict that mounts to tragedy in the end. The conflict is basically between Mary Fortune and her grandfather over the sale of some ground that Mary Fortune finds important for her father's grazing of his cattle and for the view of the woods. You might look carefully at the woods in this story because they assume a symbolic significance similar to the woods in "Greenleaf."
Now it would have been easy to find a tree that could get him high enough if it wasn’t pitch black outside. Ajit’s dad had taught him that to measure how tall a tree is you can use the trunk of the tree. If the trunk of the tree is wider than half the spear handle, than the tree is over 100 spear handles tall. Ajit went tree to tree trying to find the perfect one when he heard something moving in the bushes close to him. Nothing is visible, Ajit could only see the outline of figures, because of the pitch blackness of the night, with very little
One day, there was a man, walking through the woods to get back home. The man had quite a way to go to get back home but, it was getting late, and all he had was a flashlight, a small knife, and a video recorder. The man was hearing weirder and weirder noises as he was walking, he was also starting to see weird shapes in the distance, almost as if it was a tall thin man looking at him with tentacle like things coming out of his back, and spreading in the air.
"So you step out at the lights, almost as if today you know you are
When going for a walk, a person takes in the beauty around them. On this particular day, the refulgent sun is extra bright, making the sky a perfect blue. White, puffy clouds fill the sky, slowly moving at their own pace. The wind is peacefully calm, making the trees stand tall and proud. There is no humidity in the air.
This imagery is evident in the middle of the poem when the narrator eloquently describes how the flowers are “drawing nourishment up” (14). “With their pale albino roots” they pull nutrients out of the ground (22). This nutrients travels up the flower by capillary action “into their/ thin green skin” (15-16). These examples of visual imagery prove that the flowers are still growing, and are not yet adults. In the time of infancy, innocence is implemented most because it allows the children to not worry about the effects of the destructive scenarios. Next, the “human beings with boots/who stop to marvel” gives visual and auditory imagery that explains a possible peril the flowers could encounter (28-29). As humans, we see walking among nature a valuable part of life, for we are able to connect with the outdoor environments around us. However, the flowers and nature see this act as a terrifying circumstance, because for them it could be their end. This shows why scenarios that humans see as beneficial are sheltered from the young flowers, for the situations make the children fearful of the future and this anxiety does not enhance their
All around me lie the most beautiful trees and plants you have ever seen. It
The ring of flowers surround the tree. They are made up of many bright colors of red, pink, violet, blue and white. From a distance there appears to be a swarm of them. The flowers’ petals are soft and sweet smelling. They don’t suffocate my senses, though. The flowers are like a weak perfume. They are gentle and subtle. When I touched one of the flowers in my hand, it was as soft as silk. I realized that they were so fragile, because they sliced apart very easily. The flowers are held captive by the army of leaves.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.
It was one of those days where you’re glad to be awake early in the morning, before the afternoon gets scorching hot. The feeling of the cool breeze gently caressing your arms and legs is always something to look forward to, and many people would be swayed into taking a nice walk outside under the trees.