Descriptive Essay : A Trip To The Forest

Paths and nature trails are able to give people a sense of peace, relaxation, a place to exercise, and bring back memories from years ago. Different seasons make you feel a different emotion each time you visit the trail. Due to the change of surroundings, you may feel merry in the winter time, but energetic in the summer time. On the Thomas J. Evans Trail, you get a mixer of a well nourished landscape along with a historical background. City life can be busy and stressful without a break now and then. Visiting a childhood trail can bring forgotten joys that are just waiting to be dug up again. Taking a walk on the trail with the trees high above you and the cement path below gives the impression of openness and freedom. With many animals seen scampering around and the aromas can catch your attention from the various plants that thrive here. Along with the wildlife, numerous people are seen enjoying the scenery along side you. Whether they are riding their bikes or jogging along to the beat of their music, an arrange of activities take part in the

If you're lucky enough to travel anywhere where would you go? I chose to go to a warm climate where there is tall palm trees, it's densely populated and it's one of the biggest states in the united states this place is California, that was the best choice I have made so far this year.

It’s early in the morning and the sun is rising slowly in the distance.The shadows of the trees and the fallen leaves make it hard to see my path. The only things I hear is my breathing and my footsteps cracking leaves.The forest sounds dull now but in a few minutes, it will be filled with life. As I make my way to my hunting spot, a cool wind begins to blow. It smoothly touches my face and it makes the leaves dance above me. I start to hear the birds chirping, insects humming, and squirrels rustling in bushes. After ten minutes of walking, I finally arrive at my tree stand.

The exhilaration of a terrifyingly glorious leap sends ardent shrills down my spine. As I fly through the thick canopy of leafy chlorophyll-filled greens, I reach out to the sky and the sun smiles back at me. Inhaling the fresh raw air, the earthy petrichor floods my nostrils with an indescribably sprightly scent; I thank the prolific trees for such a crisp, oxygen abundant delight.

It has been a long time since hooligans from Fairview stole the trophy and Medicine Lake School's locks have been upgraded by the new Tom Green administration. The old locks have been replaced with expensive and unpickable Abloy cylinders and all glass windows are now alarmed. Nevertheless, despite all the extra security, various items have begun missing from the school for no clear reason. One day, about a third of the computer keyboards are nowhere to be found. The next day, half the clocks are gone. The day after that, someone has taken all the speakers out of the ceiling on the west side. Having a reputation as the guy who got the stolen trophy back from Fairview, I get a call from Tom Green.

Streaks of shimmering sunlight filtered through a golden canopy of trees, casting elegant shadows to dance across the mossy verdure. The lush grass was invested with thriving insects that swarmed on the ground like an overcrowded marketplace. The crickets made a harmonious song that echoed throughout the forest, almost in sync with the repetitive calls of exotic animals that were crawling through shrubbery and soaring high in the leafy giants. Leathery leaves brushed against each other in the feeble breeze, almost as if they were whispering in hushed tones whilst squirrels ran and frolicked in the bushes.

The temperature grew colder the deeper I went into the forest. The smell of damp earth, pollen, and the musky scent of redwood trees, filled the air. I was peaceful, my mind more silent than it had been in weeks. After about twenty minutes of walking, I came to the crest of one of the larger hills on the trail. It opened up to a field full of tall tan weeds and freshly growing grass. Dotted throughout the field were growths of wild poppies and dandelions. I sat down on a bench at the edge of the field; it was nestled under a few small trees and shaded me from the hot sun. I became completely lost in the emptiness of mind. To be honest, I’m still not sure how long I sat there for. I just zoned out completely, my normally chaotic mind at ease in the ocean of nothingness. I probably would have spent more time like that, had it not been for the

The forest was peaceful and quiet, not a sound echoing through the thick forestry besides the occasional bird’s caw or cicada’s chirp. The surroundings were filled with the vibrant greens of tree leaves and shrubs and the dull browns of the dirt and logs. Vines crawled up nearly every tree around and the forest floor was scattered with bright, colorful flowers.

The sun is high above me and I walk into the forest in front of me,

On this day of mindful hiking, I was lucky enough to embrace the sunny day and the cool breeze of Newfoundland fall. I could feel the cool breeze on my cheek while walking and smell the fresh air. As I walked through the trail that led to the park, I observed the trees and the fact that most of their leaves changed color. The leaves exhibited different shades of yellow, orange, red, and brown making the forest look more beautiful and vibrant. A subtle scent of the fresh leaves was coming from the forest. As I kept on

It was a bright crisp autumn Texas morning, when I decided to go for a run at a nearby park. Running the trails at the park seems to always give me a tranquil feeling afterwards. It clears my mind and gives me the energy and strength that I may need to conquer everyday obstacles. It makes me appreciate the simple things in life much more which I know at many times I have taken for granted. Runs in the park open up unforeseen opportunities from the beautiful landscape, its natural habitats and all the beauty Mother Nature has blessed us with.

Trails of exhaust were propelled out of every single car in the bumper to bumper traffic, making the recirculation button a necessity. The dull roar of hundreds of people walking, talking, shouting, and blaring their car horns gradually blended into one unpleasant, continuous track that I was forced to listen to. Litter and cigarette butts pooled around gutters and lined the curbs, so I redirected my gaze upwards at the towering skyscrapers. I liked the view, so long as I kept my eyes above street level, and I supposed I liked the city, so long as I did not breathe in too deeply. I tried to appreciate nicer aspects of the busy city, but where I really wanted to be, was hiking somewhere in the mountains.

When arriving at Tumbledown Mountain, I was surrounded by brown and reddish leaves that were scattered on the ground. The trees around me were filled with luscious, vibrant, green leaves that enchanted my eyes. In addition to the leaves and trees, there was a lot of moss growing on tree stumps that looked like a small blanket covering an infant. Wild, white mushrooms were also growing out of the ground, which gave the ground a pop of color. Taking a step out of the car and onto the leaves, sounded like fire crackling at a camp fire. The sound of the leaves made the hairs on my arm stick up and filled my skin with small goose bumps. At first the smell of the woods was unfamiliar, but I soon got used to it and felt at ease. It felt like I was in my own fantasy where I could escape my troubles and focus on each little detail in the woods.

As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the

I have always found nature to be so amazing from the hundreds of trees and flowers to the animals within the forest. Experiencing nature is one of the best things that could happen in your life. I have always lived near the woods so I can experience nature every day. I have always felt calm when I go into the woods so I go there when I feel stressed. I lay in my hammock for a while or go put my feet into the icy cold water in the creek to get away from the world and just be at peace. To get away from the judgmental glares and the expectations from people.