Descriptive Essay On A Day In A Forest

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

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.

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.

Sleep didn’t come easy, but I hadn’t expected it to. There was way too many things going on in my head. I tried to come up with a solution, but the only thing I managed to do was fall off the bed.

I finally fell asleep in my cavern, all alone I reflected on how exhausted I was after a long day of watching over my sheep. I had an exceptional dinner before I went to bed, filled with bread and wine. Then, during the night I swore that I had heard some noises, but I overlooked it.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

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.

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.

Over the summer, my family and I drove up to Maine in order to visit my grandpa and relax. For the past couple of years, my dad and I have planned a few days to go hiking. We got into hiking a couple of years ago when we first discovered Tumbledown Mountain. After our first hike together, we were entranced by the beauty of nature and peacefulness that we were eager to plan more. This became a tradition because my dad and I rarely get to spend a lot of time together due to our busy schedules.

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.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

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.

I wandered in the white field. I didn't know who I was, nor where I came from. The field went on for miles. The wild grass was white. It slowly swayed with the wind. I looked around to see if anyone would show. No one. It was quiet, except for the soft grass and wind dancing together. I felt strange, a kind of vacancy in my body. Something was missing, but I didn't know what. My white and red, ball gown dress wrinkled as I laid down in the grass, in an indescribable feeling of loss. A feeling, like my entire mind had left my head. I din't know what to feel, nor what to think. I knew of the field, and what to call it. I knew of the feeling of being and existing, of what to expect. But this feeling is beyond anything my brain could come up with. I couldn't bear it. I closed my eyes. I wanted to scream, "but where would that get me ?" I thought. I laid and listened to my breathing. I felt my heart beating. It was like that for a while. I felt lonely, the only things there were, were the grass and the wind. So I spoke to them. I asked them, how they felt. "How long have you two known each other?" "We've known each other for..., well forever." I imagined the grass would say, never having to think about that before. It has always lived with the wind. "What about you wind?" "I've always been here, even before the grass, before you. I wasn't the first one here, but I watched the grass grow. And we've been together. Ever since." "What about me? Did you watch

Our lives had flashed before our eyes, the car was tumbling down the road with every hit of the ground the more I could hear my heartbeat stopping till everything went black. Jack and I woke up in the hospital, Aunt April sleeping by my side. When she had seen that I had finally woken she called the doctor in, I looked at Jack and called his name then he woke up in shocked and repeating my name over and over again Johnny had rung in my ears till I saw his face and I wanted to cry. Me and Jack look the same but he looked like a different person, I couldn’t even recognize my own brother. As the doctor came in he looked so sad I could feel his sorrow for me and my brother.

Growing up I have tender memories of watching the majestic oak tree go thru numerous seasons. Each change of time brought on another milestone in my life. Climbing the branches I learned so much about life and myself. Looking down from the tree I learned more about others then I would being stuck on the ground alone. At the age of 5, I can fondly remember my step father building a tree house in that oak tree and attaching a rope swing. The addition of the treehouse brought a new love into my life, but it never took away love of my tree.