Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that remind Sarah of seaside waves; even the colour of the moss is kelp-like. They are soft, damp, yet her fingers come away dry. Sarah tilts her head upward, feeling her hair tumble further down her back; the pines are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. A new smile paints itself upon her freckled face, rose-pink lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light. Before she knows it her feet have begun to walk, body and mind both on autopilot - it's morning-time and no-one expects her home until supper.
I was surrounded by massive trees in a dense, leafy forest. There were so many of them that it had the feeling that it was never-ending. Some were covered in a thick layer of green moss, while others were still bare and thin. The older trees stood proud and tall, reaching into the sky like skyscrapers. Their large, sturdy roots hugged the forest floor, which anchored them to the ground. Warm sunlight filtered through the sprawling branches, illuminating the vibrant green color that filled the forest. Life was everywhere; the moist, dark soil was crawling with little insects hidden beneath the surface, while other creatures were seen moving around the forest. Squirrels could be seen leaping from branch to branch in search of food. Birds soared through the clear skies and perched upon the high branches of the trees. You could hear their cheerful songs as they echoed throughout the forest. A gentle breeze blew through the trees, swaying the branches. The leaves danced cheerfully in the wind.
