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
Since I experienced all of these new things while having the time of my life, I fell in love with the fish, the loons, and the birch trees. These feelings would stay with me forever.
In The Sense of Wonder, Carson, and her nephew are exploring the different landscapes of Maine. Carson tells us senses are important while exploring nature saying, “ Sense other than sight can prove avenues of delight and discovery, storing up for us memories and impressions” (Carson, 83). She first explains the way a smell can help us while exploring nature saying,” For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it is a pity that we use it so little” (Carson, 83). Smell just like any other sense is important, but the smell does remind us of memories lost before. The smell of grandma 's house or fresh baked cookies can remind us of many memories. The second sense Carson emphasizes is hearing. She explains, “ Hearing can be a source of even more exquisite pleasure, but I require conscious cultivation” (Carson, 84). Hearing, epically while exploring in nature, can be beautiful. The crack of leaves while you walk or the sound of birds ringing in your ear can be music through your ears. In The Sense of Wonder, Carson urges us to use all of our sense, use emotions and abandon teaching while exploring nature.
The area was crisp and wet, but beautiful. The moss and trees were a vibrant kelly green, creating a startling contrast to the brown and orange leaves on the bushes and ground. The sky was a dismal grey, but the rain that it brought created a clean smell of eucalyptus, oak, mints, and oddly enough, mud. It was the first time that I really
I jumped out of my bed, rushed to the window and took a very deep breath. The morning air was full of special fragrant. I could not understand that scent; just remember that it was quite special. Now I know that it was a scent of freedom. It seemed like I could see all the molecules that were dancing in the rays of the sun as a little cartoon bulbs: very light and happy.
There have always been many different trees are found in the forest. Tall ones, round of leaf and with broad branches spread open in welcome. Short ones are found here as well, with thin trunks and wiry limbs they sway in the breeze. A wide variety of foliage in the emerald grove dancing merrily to the whispers of the wind. In this quiet thicket, a different type of tree grows, too. They stand resolute, patient, and ever growing.
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
beauty. Until now a meadow or a tree in a forest to me, was little
up a rocky path. Immediately I feel like I am in nature. I am reminded of all
As I lay on the minute golden grains of sand, I looked up at the brilliant sky, adorned with flashes of pink and orange and purple, mirroring the colours of a flawless seasoned apricot. The goddess-like sun’s face is being embraced by the demure navy fingertips of the skyline.
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 lasting smell neither good nor bad, of cattails filled my nose every time I visited my grandma. The long hearty stems of the cattails seemed impossible to break, but they were always plucked. We longed to pull the soft brown tips apart and watch the fluffy pieces float off into the air.
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.
I am about to describe to you a walk in the park. That being said a few details are required for you to fully picture the likes of what I am about to describe. The time of day is a little past noon and the wind is howling. The sky is a pastel blue, almost as if a wash of blue light was covering a white canvas. The sun is vibrant and concentrated. You can sense the gentle warmth of the sun on your skin and see the lively colors of the world all around you. Alert to the dancing light that surrounds you, your journey begins. Searching for your starting point you choose to begin walking down a gravel pathway that has a clearing of trees a few hundred feet away. The day has a familiar, inviting glow and all around the gentle colors of green, yellow and red surround the pathway. The sun a luminous
All around me lie the most beautiful trees and plants you have ever seen. It