forest

As you go deeper into the never-ending forest the outside world closes. Not a house, a car or a person in sight, all alone in an enchanted forest. The trees stand together yet are still completely alone. They are like shadows, haunting one another. I looked up at the glistening, starry leaves, gleaming like raindrops. The sounds of the rattling of tiny plants, grass, and swirling leaves on the ground was almost completely silent, only the wind that made the whistling sounds among the bare trees was the only sound that was deafening to my ears. Colors shimmer everywhere, shades of golden reds and oranges, bright yellow, moss green, the dusty brown of the tree trunks and the enchanted light at the end of the road as if it is leading me to a magical place. The treetops are catching the last bit of sunlight before the sun goes down for the day. I hear the soft rustling as the trees branches as if whispering to each other. The birds are singing to each other and the buzzing of the bouncing bees. When the clouds are ebony and gray, and the trees are bare, nature says walk in here in this path, if you dare. Where plants rot and trees are colorless, all humans who enter will despair and depress.

As you go deeper into the never-ending forest the outside world closes. Not a house, a car or a person in sight, all alone in an enchanted forest. The trees stand together yet are still completely alone. They are like shadows, haunting one another. I looked up at the glistening, starry leaves, gleaming like raindrops. The sounds of the rattling of tiny plants, grass, and swirling leaves on the ground was almost completely silent, only the wind that made the whistling sounds among the bare trees was the only sound that was deafening to my ears. Colors shimmer everywhere, shades of golden reds and oranges, bright yellow, moss green, the dusty brown of the tree trunks and the enchanted light at the end of the road as if it is leading me to a magical place. The treetops are