Essay on A Magical Forest

Almost immediately, someone steps from the shadow behind a tree. I clench my teeth and raise my eyes towards them.

Have you ever had a normal day turn into a crazy day just like that? In the beginning of the story Song of the Trees by Mildred D. Taylor, it starts off with the children going out into the forest to go collect their milk and eggs. This story represents that people should stand up for what they believe in.

"Would you like to be let down? We are in the forest now, as long as you stay beside me, you should be

However, she approaches a dead end, and the inevitable decision to go into the forest becomes evident. The dark gloomy trees and silence of the forest are heard as she hesitates to go any further. Taking a deep breath in, Daisy walks slowly towards the forest jolting her head at any slight sound of movement. Terrified, she spots a dark figure in the bushes and sees a young man about her age standing in front of her. With his features covered by the shadows, she slowly walks towards him.

“Yes, let's go,” Lesly says as she pulls my arm towards the tree. Lesly grabs me by my feet to help me boost up to the tree. I start looking around my surroundings and I realized there was so

everything, the sun came came like gold through the trees, and over the field, and I felt like I was in

She gets around them and manages to mount her horse. She encourages the horse to move, and soon they are sprinting down the street. She could hear the faint sounds of explosions and screams behind her. Whipping out her map, she finds a random route to follow. She pushes forward and ignores the chaos behind her. The trees become thicker around

Try to imagine being alone in the South Carolina woods, a quarter mile away from your home, with just a tent for shelter. You are given limited supplies and receive no food. You meet a family member at certain times during the day at a fence to receive your rations, strikingly similar to the conditions of a war prisoner. Nighttime comes and forked lightening streaks the sky, and soon enough a steady downpour begins and you are forced to huddle inside the tent to escape the thunderstorms. The storms cause a temperature drop and the thin material of the tent does nothing to combat this, and soon you are shivering all over. These were the conditions a teen was found in and had been forced to deal with for two days as punishment for taking a Pop-Tart

The cavernous and threatening woods that stretch out before me are a godless sight, unfolding out for what seems like forever. Beautiful, yet terrifying. The low hanging clouds that seemed to almost hold some kind of electricity cover the woods like a descending blanket of mist trapping its victims below. The vast, contorted trees leak sticky sap like poisoned back of a frog; the trunks twisting up insanely, like the despairing limbs of the damned begging for forgiveness. The damp earth beneath my feet softens as I walk down deeper in to the undergrowth. The distant howl of a strange and unfamiliar creature echoes all around me and suddenly I am a submarine, submerged in this unknown woodland setting.

The forest gave me a peculiar feeling as I entered. This was because there were no forest animals making noise or motion. But, I continued on walking. As, I was walking I noticed a silhouette appear across a tree. The silhouette

The sun rises, bright and early I go, the sun and the sky are blending.

I stood as steady as a statue. A myriad of gigantic brown trees as old as Adam surrounded me. They seemed to stare at me like watchmen. I took a deep breath and my heart began to beat like a cheetah chasing its prey. Slowly, I walked into the dark forest.

the forest: "Out of my way, all you foxes, owls, beetles, jack rabbits, coons and wild

As the sun rose over the horizon it awoke the jungle slowly and efficiently. Soon I could hear the morning birds chirp with all their heart and that triggered joy and excitement in my soul. A morning breeze toured the jungle making the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm and finesse as though they were experts. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots were clinging for their very life, in the distance there was a Crystal River and a waterfall as its source. I could hear the rampaging rapids after the dip of the waterfall which slowly converted into a swift river forcefully turning at every bank.

It was a calm, overcast day, and I found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me.