The real beauty of the forest is when you experience it. It does not matter how -through words, sounds, or vision. Once you enter, you instantly feel calm.
It was a soothing overcast day. The animals,
birds and insects seemed to be resting under the huge trees, admiring the
beauty of the woods that surrounded me.
The sunless sky covered the treetops which had
created a canopy over our heads. The crimson and auburn foliage made for a
magnificent sight, in the Fall. A gentle breeze created the single sound of
rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of
the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles
and other flora, the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk
upon.
Bustling underneath the shade of the trees, the
bees and wasps were attracted to the scent of the sandal bark: the scent of
rain and wet soil gave the comforting feeling of being at home. Encompassed by
the thick heavy air, an Indian Hornbill fluttered high above the emerald
forest, choosing its meal for lunch across the vast forest. An agile little
squirrel hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter.
Beyond the horizon, the community of newly
formed saplings, ready to grow and prosper into marvellous banyan trees- like
little children, learning under the guidance of their parents.
The forest is a home to all. Pure and
magnificent, it stands as though it can never be disturbed by man and his
murderous machines. Peacefully sleeping under the dark grey sky, the community
of mighty timber seemed to have not a care in this world.
~Shamaa S Pawagowda - 11 ISC
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