Gaia looked upon the creatures, to which her body gave succor, with particular delight, appreciating each for their unique magic with which they blessed her, for all the beings of her world are magic, each in their own way.
As she looked about her, she could not help but smile at the beauty of biodiversity in all of her realms and climes. When her gaze passed over the ancient enchanted grove of the Elven folk, her All-seeing eyes fell upon a single seed pod of twins from a Maple tree clinging ever so slightly to their parent's branchling. She could sense the seedling twin's reluctance to let go and make the long drop to the ground, and feel the warm, loving encouragement their mother gave them to fly.
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As she listened, she began to understand that the Babbling brook spoke to no one in particular, but was enamored of the sound of its own voice.
So she listened as she soaked up its fresh water, always wriggling her root toes for a closer sip. She was always thirsty after a long day of soaking up the sun, warm on her thin limbs. She was even thirsty on the days when the gray clouds that got between her and the bright jewel in the sky showered her endlessly.
"Noisy things," she thought of the clouds, "and grumpy too. What have they to complain about? So dark they cannot see their silver lining. They're free to fly all across the sky while I am stuck here, not even close enough to take a long drink. Always having to sway this way and that just to get my fair share of the Sun, harumph," she belched.
"Perhaps you should not have been so hasty to land when you chose that spot. But, any closer and you might have been washed away in my waters," the Babbling brook chimed in. "I have carried many a seedling downstream to parts unknown that have never taken root in our mother, Gaia, but have decomposed and then returned to her for …show more content…
"No good can come of this, Mabel," he cawed, "you are a part of this Enchanted forest now, it is foolish to fly against the flock," he said, extending one wing back, indicating the forest at her back. "Why did you have to write such things?"
Nutasha the squirrel scampered up her trunk to sit on a branch and listen. Her eyes were wide and she twitched nervously as she always did. "I like her stories, they never made much sense the way everyone else told them, and everyone had their own version that changed with each retelling." Nutasha chewed her fingernails as if unaware she held an acorn in her other hand.
"I am content to stand by the truth of what I wrote. I will continue to write even if only the mountain and the oceans approve. I think that is my purpose, like it or not," she replied sleepily.
Absalom lifted into the air with a beat of his black wings and Nutasha squirreled her way inside a spacious knothole on Mabel's trunk just as a Thundersnow storm swept down the valley from the Mountains. The land settled beneath a crystal blanket that reflected the moonglow so well it lit the valley up as bright as day. And all was quiet but for the Weeping of the Willow who cried herself to
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Mr. Freeman backs up his praise by showing Melinda something about her work she herself might not be aware of. He tells her the truth as best as he can. She picks a piece of paper out of a globe for her project, and she has to draw a tree. Melinda thinks that the project is easy but the more times she draws the tree, the more she sees its that she can’t. The trees represent life and death.
In the short story “The Thing in the Forest” by A.S Byatt, the author introduces the thing as dark, ominous and has a very putrid smell that is almost like a representation of death. The thing in the forest lurks and wanders around the forest next to a house filled with children that have been sent there because they have been evacuated from their town. I believe that the thing represents or would symbolize many things, and also considering the time frame the story was written in pre-world war era I would say that the story probably represent the death or the decay of the men that fought in the war. Also I believe that the thing symbolizes something literal like an injured soldier that tried to get the attention of the girls that wandered the forest. Lastly, In parts of the story I gives you some indication of the thing and it makes the thing sound like it might be any army closing in on a country or city cause the thing came in “waves”. So the thing might be a wave of scary putrid smelling soldiers that sound and looks like death.
It seemed to go down well, until twilight, when I heard rumbling beneath blankets. This was no ordinary wind. Her cries rent open the night. I ran my fingers over her, searching for slivers of wood or glass. Beneath delicate shoulder blades, wings had sprouted from bloodless slits - featherless. Each with the texture of woodland moss.
My clothes fluttered violently against the rough wind. The trees leaves shuffling anxiously, for it knew of the quickly approaching rain. The dark clouds could not hold in the heavy water anymore and, softly the rain began to fall upon the tree in soft pattering drops, falling like rivulets among the leaves. The leaves let the water fall even further until it reach my skin, slowly it rolled to the already wet ground. More of the warm shower fell on me, soft to the touch, almost like velvet flower petals. The petals had soon soaked me, clothes clung to my skin, and hair stuck to my face. The petals with the smooth, light texture, had me floating away like the running stream along the sidewalks, flowing quietly to where ever they desired. I was disappearing along with the water, fleeing like flower
We had not gone a rod when we found ourselves in a heap, in a heavy drift of snow. We took hold of each others’ hands, pulled ourselves out, got into the road, and the cold north wind blew us down the road a half mile south, where the Strelow boys and John Conrad had to go west a mile or more. When they reached a bridge in a ravine, the little fellows sheltered a while under the bridge, a wooden culvert, but Robert, the oldest, insisted that they push on thru the blinding storm for their homes. In the darkness they stumbled in, and by degrees their parents thawed them out, bathed their frozen hands, noses, ears and cheeks, while the boys cried in pain. “My brothers and I could not walk thru the deep snow in the road, so we took down the rows of corn stalks to keep from losing ourselves ’till we reached our pasture fence. Walter was too short to wade the deep snow in the field, so Henry and I dragged him over the top. For nearly a mile we followed the fence ’till we reached the corral and pens. In the howling storm, we could hear the pigs squeal as they were freezing in the mud and snow. Sister Ida had opened the gate and let the cows in from the field to the sheds, just as the cold wind struck and froze her skirts stiff around her like hoops. The barn and stables were drifted over when we reached there. The roaring wind and stifling snow blinded us so that we had to feel thru the yard to the door of our house. “The lamp was lighted. Mother was walking the floor, wringing her hands and calling for her boys. Pa was shaking the ice and snow from his coat and boots. He had gone out to meet us but was forced back by the storm. We stayed in the house all that night. It was so cold that many people froze.” Although most of the information that was collected or the stories that were told were in South Dakota, Nebraska, North Dakota the temperatures took
The chill of winter air had nudged her from her slumber. Gazing through the window upon the dreary horizon, the blur of gray told Hulga that rain was nearing. Nervously, she backed into the corner away from the window and curled up next to a pile of hay and settled in. Soon after repositioning herself, Hulga heard the consistent patter of rain on the roof of the barn. Her eyes watered as she wondered if her mother had been frantically searching for her.
From my room,I had smelt and sensed that rain was about to arrive and had scurried outside before the drops commenced.Sweet anticipation formed inside as I awaited the blissful raindrops to pelt me on my face and body.The wind rose higher and grew frighteningly violent,swirling throwing rocks and gravel into the air.The thin
The party had just started when Donella and Lilith arrived. As Donella floated into the forest she admired the fanciful decor. There were fireflies trained to hover, providing the party with soft lighting. There were handmade tables veiled by skillfully woven spider silk. There were flower petals covering every inch of the ground. And there were fifty fairies playing traditional fairy songs on instruments made from items around the forest. The forest was ethereal; Donella felt as if she was in a dream.
In the forest lived 5 girls in a tree house. Alicia had brown hair and brown eyes she was very loving,jolly,and amazing. Bri,Alicia's sister had brown hair and brown eyes and she was understanding and pleasant. Lainey on the other hand had blonde hair and blue eyes she was silly and mild. Shea was also blonde she had blue eyes and Shea's personality is gay and friendly. Mrs.Kathy had red hair and green eyes she was very loyal and merry. Alicia had a dog named Oreo,Oreo was sweet and marvelous little puppy. Oreo was a girl she loved to bark she was a sable. One day Alicia walked out to find Oreo on the floor not moving but then Bri walked out laughing and said¨ I got you¨. And she didnt wont to talk to her.
If I lie her long enough, he thought, the water would work and eat away my flesh until bones show like coral, just my skeleton left. And then the water can build on that skeleton-green things, deep water things, red things, yellow things. Change. Change. Slow, deep, silent change. And isn't that what is all up there?
The men of the Inuit tribe went on hunting trips into the woods, scavenging for resources nightly. But alas, all the women had to stay within the camp. The crickets, were chirping within the void of night and the Eagles waiting for their next catch. The Indian woman's name was Ayita (first to dance). The camp was full of laughter and playful squeals from the little Indians as they wrestled each other and had sword fights with dull sticks. But yet Ayita was curious as to what happened in that forest of trees. She watched as the first set of men were sent out of camp. With them, her husband Kotori (screech of owl). Curious as she is, she secretly followed them that night, into the unknown darkness she'd never been. She crawled through the undergrowth, feeling
The essence of rain became more prominent as the trees began to clash and crash against each other like drumsticks in the hands of a giant. All of a sudden, a turbulent roar drowned out all the boisterous cries of animals, followed closely by a dazzling fork of lightening. Soon enough, water was cascading from the heavens in a torrent of rain, teaming up with the howl of wind that weaved through the clattering oaks. Monkeys darted in and out of the treetops, trying to find the best place to take shelter. The raindrops fell heavily, hitting the trees with such force that many leaves had also began to flake
Back then, e was trying to get the Rev Tree to lower e's pain level. Thus, e decided to hang out in front of the Rev Tree's window as a beaver illusion, which was not the only type of illusion e had been doing. Anyway, e was overwhelmed. I know it seems hard to believe that e is intelligent when considering some things. e knew he was going torture very soon, and he finally had a chance to lower his pain level by doing some good deeds. Nevertheless, e thought his best bet was to try to get the Rev Tree to lower e's pain level, rather than go out into the world and try to fix some problems e caused. Therefore, e was hanging out in front of the Rev Tree's window as an illusory beaver and sky talked and said, " f-word the beaver," as if that would
Her parents had enough so they threw her onto the streets, she was about 6, maybe 7. So, here is where I come in. I saw her just wandering around with no purpose. So, being a nice, old witch I took her in as my own. little did I know what I was getting myself into.
Eclipsa paused in her walk to look up at a group of bleeding willow trees, keeping the hood of her black cloak in place on her head, which helped her blend into her surroundings. The snowy-white, spiky trunks of the trees stood firm even in the greatest challenges. There were some with thick branches that grew upward as if reaching for the sky with their enflamed leaves. Others possessed skeleton thin branches that were flexible and strong, bending without breaking as they hung down in blood red clusters. A small smile graced her lips as she admired their crimson beauty and danger. They were always her favourite trees in this forest due to how