Descriptive Essay About The Woods

What happens once “happily ever after” is over and done with? No one knows if the fairy tale dream continues or if it is over and the reality of the world begins to set in. In the play “Into the Woods”, we see a plethora of literature's favorite fairy tales woven together to teach a lesson on responsibility and getting what you wish for. This production has two separate acts to it, both distinctly different. The first act serves as a continuation of the fairy tale world that we have all come to know, this serves the purpose of immediately connecting the audience to the story being told. In the second act, the entire mood changes and turns very dark and somber. This transition of mood and overall feel of the play is primed

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

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.

Upon walking ‘into’ Into The Woods one would say the mood was set well. The red curtain in front of the proscenium stage, the orchestra tuning their instruments, and a peculiar man standing on the side of the stage. I was prepared for the show, a water bottle and plenty of cough drops to get me through the 2 and ½ hours. What I was not prepared to see was the obvious struggles they were having that day with their own cues.

Located in Houston, Texas, near the Brays Bayou, Woodscape Apartments offers efficiency, one, and two bedroom apartments. It is minutes away from the Brays Bayou Hike and Bike Trail and the Braeburn Country Club, which is just one reason residents choose this complex. Many restaurants and grocery stores are also nearby. With highways close by, the commute from this southwestern region of the city to the downtown area only takes about twenty minutes.

Superficially speaking, The Darkest Part of the Forest should be a fantastic book. It is imaginative and bold, willing to talk about tough subjects like sexuality, moral culpability, and parental neglect while immersing readers into a world that is both dark and beautiful. Unfortunately, the book really only touches on most of these hard subjects, telling readers they are difficult, that the characters are struggling with them—but ultimately failing to make it seem as if the characters are truly engaged with them. There is breadth but no depth.

Abandoned at the forest’s edge at the age of three, the child had screamed and screamed until found by an old hermit who could stand the noise no longer. “Hush, child. You’ll wake the bog monsters and they’ll eat you for lunch. Is that what you want, little child? To be eaten by bog monsters?” he asked her. The young child promptly quit her wailing.

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.

Temperate Deciduous forests are located all around the world. The most of common places are, Eastern U.S and Canada, Western Europe and parts of Russia, China and Japan. The climate of the temperate deciduous forest is about 20-35 degrees C, there are 4 distinct seasons, and precipitation falls throughout the year. It rains in spring and summer, and snows in winter. Temperate Deciduous forests receive about 76-152 cm of rain a year. The biotic factors of the temperate deciduous forest are the plants, which are different kinds of mosses, ferns, wildflowers and shrubs. Animals are also in the biotic factor in temperate deciduous forest, they include redfox, hawks, woodpecker, cardinals and many insects and arthropods. The abiotic factors of a

The gentle winds motion through the leaves, as autumn awakes. “James, are you ready for your halloween party?” John, his younger brother, questioned. “Of course I am, all my friends are waiting for me.” James rushed down the stair, with the smell of freshly cooked french toast sifting through the air, and John following. “Hey James, I heard there was a shortcut to get to the party, let’s take it!” requested John. “John, you’re 8, what do you know about navigation.” Nevertheless, John’s bickering convinced James to go through the shortcut. Led through the mist, swashing through the morning dew, they arrived at the forest. A sharp sound was heard in the depths of the forest. “James, James, did you hear that!” yelled John. “John, are you out of

There wasn’t a lot to do in our small village of Seven Mile, but we had plenty to discover. And in that fateful summer of 1981, we ventured further into the depths of our sleepy town for something, anything to break up the monotony of each sunny day. Until the last streaks of orange and violet settled on the rows of cornfields behind our houses, there was promise. On beat up bikes, we maneuvered old paths and blazed new ones until the gauzy ribbons of twilight forced us to abandon whatever mischief we had found ourselves in and peddle home. Between the last house on the street and the rural farm land that lay beyond it, our road narrowed and crossed a small creek. It was in this creek that we came upon our very first mystery; a close encounter

Our universe is an ever-turning wheel that maintains a beautiful balance of life. On the spokes of this wheel the existence of all things is assured; life is given, bodies and souls are fed, each position on the wheel is cultivated by the next, and then one day we will pass away, only to start the circle again in another mysterious way. Take a moment to look around you and see the many cycles that exist for the sole purpose of keeping our wheel in motion, and then recognize how little these great givers of life are celebrated, or even noticed. Without a second thought we will all at one time or another dishonor the same things that pay tribute to us. But that, too, is a part of the cycle. It’s not good, nor is it bad. It just is.

Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, I watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to me an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter. The forest, I realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, I could see the community of newly formed saplings. They appeared as little children, learning under the guidance of their grown and fully matured parents.

For a city girl, nature has a negative connotation. Nature sound like venomous bugs and plants that invoke laceration all wrapped up in a runny nose and red eyes due to allergies. City girls are not fond of the outdoors- I should know because I am one. I would choose a Quad Grande non-fat extra hot caramel macchiato upside down with a cake pop over camping any day. Although I may not enjoy it, I’ve lived in Alabama for six years now and that’s just not how Alabamians live their lives. This is a Southern state equipped with trees, hunting, and country roads. We have an outdoors supermarket in Birmingham- oh yeah, it is that serious. Now, of course, we do have our Starbucks and strip malls but Alabama is a nature state, she says hesitantly.

Ruby slipped into her red shoes. Her dress was blood red and was embellished with rubies, complementing the shoes. Her pale skin was dusted with red glowing dust and her lips were the color of apples, the hue little lighter than the dress. Her eyes were pink, with a dark rim around the edges. She felt as if she couldn’t breath, although she could.