Essay on A Day in the Forest

The enchanted forest pulsed in, it’s ancient heartbeat, the deep, haunting song sweeping through the swaying leaves. The woody incense of thousands of leaves and branches matting the forest floor filled the air and dominated our nostrils. Soon, the branches will bend to the will of the whispering wind, allowing the sun to fill every nook and cranny with its the lustrous, golden light, illuminating the full grandeur of a forest that is steeped in plushness and opulence. But for now, the sprawling limbs of centuries-old trees still guarded the darkness, blotting out most of the gentle rays of dawn’s light.

As I crawled, I heard leaves rustling ahead of me. Suddenly, I felt drops of rain landing on my back. I continued moving until I couldn’t see the house at all. Then, I decided to lay on the ground to take a break to catch my breath. Ferns surrounded me. They swayed in the breeze as the rain drizzled down.

In this passage, Prose gives the reader his feelings and attitude towards nature. Giving off the impression that she has respect and dedication for it. She releases a positive message towards the subject and believes that it is a necessity for life. Throughout this passage the author uses effective figurative language and imagery. Nature can only be seen and felt by certain people. And when they are able to see nature it is a blissful and tranquil image. The wilderness has much more to offer than is the streets.

So her trek into the woods was to kill an elk, like she had done with her father. However, it was the encounter with two older men, who assisted in gutting out the elk, that she had learned the most. “Did this make them somehow, distinctly like… fathers and daughter? The two men becoming the soil then, in their burial, as had her father- becoming as still and silent as stone.” Here, the connection between human interaction, and experiences with nature is shown vividly.

With what it was like to walk for miles with no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts,streams and rocks , rivers and grasses, sunrise and sunsets. It seemed to me that it had always felt like this to be a human in the wild,and as long as the wild existed it would always feels this way(Wild .pg.207). In this quote, Cheryl explains the beautiful scenery to the wilderness and the experience that came along. Nature taught her how to be

In Richard Louv’s, Last Child in the Woods, he develops an argument relevant to today’s times about the separation between people and nature and how little nature is actually appreciated. His conversational, yet crisp diction, didactic tone, and use of allusions to the past strengthen his argument.

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

The Forest Unseen shows how nature has a beauty on a much smaller scale than what is seen on the larger spectrum of life. Haskell studied a square meter in the forest for an entire year to examine the smallest of details to show how when the large scale is studied there are many things happening in the small scale. The Forest Unseen allows readers to see how much beauty there is beyond what meets the eye. He consistently supports his main themes throughout the book by citing specific examples. Haskell’s endeavor to discover the beauty of the environment is successful in that he uses scientific and poetic language to draw the reader into his study as he explains his day to day experiences in the forest.

I sit out under an old Oak tree in my garden, taking in the last of it 's beauty as Autumn gladly welcomes itself in. A slight breeze streams past, knocking amber leaves from their branches and sending them to swim throughout the crisp air.

Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.

I noticed as the land around me became bare, naked, that the sound of leaves rustling, and dancing in the wind became more and more faint as the trees were cut down, one by one, and

My Wooded World Sheila Visingardi tells a story about how nature plays a huge part in her life. As a child she would sit in the beautiful, relaxing, woods and let her mind wander. It was as if the branches would call to her. (Lines 2-4) As the speaker grows older the woods have become an escape for her. The woods represent a sanctuary. This is where she feels inspired and creative, and also safe and at home. It is “a world full of imagination, creativity, resourcefulness, as well as inspiration.” (Lines 7-8)

The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.

In a tumult of wind and rain, a hail of twigs and leaves thundered through the trees and tore the arching grasses out by the roots. The deer bolted and hid, quivering, in the darkest thickets. The sky boiled, and the younger saplings were bent almost to the ground. Even as the shadows bounded up the stalks and blades of weeping grass, and the soft plink of falling rain quickened to a constant hiss and sputter, the sun found its equal. A thousand stars came down to earth and unleashed their pent-up fury on that wood.

As I was tramping through the my forest in the midst of fall I wandered away from my normal route into thicker undergrowth. Suddenly I stumbled right into a clearing of lush moss with a towering old oak right in the middle and a small crevice running around it, and marvelous view of the sunrise. The place I had, by chance, wandered into was simply beautiful. So for this I named it Great Tree, the greatest place in my forest. My forest is a small three acre plot of beautiful woodland with a variety of tree species and a few secrets tucked away.