Ok this Is NOT my best work, because I wrote in a hurry a while back, but I'm busy today, and feel like posting anyway. So here's a not so great example of my writing skills (honestly, some of the descriptive work isn't bad, but I started off with one idea in mind, got halfway through, changed my mind, and did a quick edit to cobble the two together, so it just doesn't transition well. Also, the ending was incredibly lazy. I guess I shouldn't have taken more time then half an hour...) Anyway, enjoy the feeling of being in a forest at sunrise. I personally have not been up at sunrise too many times, and VERY rarely in the forest, but I have experienced it.
The forest at sunrise is like a symphony. Melodies of light and sound stimulate your senses. First, when it is still mostly dark, color slowly seeps into the world as the blazing sun laboriously pulls itself over the horizon. The forest seems quiet, as if it is holding its breath, not wanting to spoil the moment. Soon, the first real rays of light shoot through dim forest, igniting the gray trees into rich browns, greens and reds. Tentatively, you can hear the first chirps of small life, as they test their voices. You listen harder, and soon you can hear the rhythmic chirps of small insects, the croaks of frogs, and the scampering of little animals.
The forest at sunrise is like a symphony. Melodies of light and sound stimulate your senses. First, when it is still mostly dark, color slowly seeps into the world as the blazing sun laboriously pulls itself over the horizon. The forest seems quiet, as if it is holding its breath, not wanting to spoil the moment. Soon, the first real rays of light shoot through dim forest, igniting the gray trees into rich browns, greens and reds. Tentatively, you can hear the first chirps of small life, as they test their voices. You listen harder, and soon you can hear the rhythmic chirps of small insects, the croaks of frogs, and the scampering of little animals.
The now brilliant blue
sky provides a striking contrast to the deep greens and rich browns
of the towering pines. The creek babbles haphazardly to the stones
tumbles over, as the pines softly whisper for it to hush. Rays of sun
filter through the swaying trees, making the shadows shimmer as they
dance through the ferns covering the forest floor. Scraggly vines
claw for purchase on the steep trees as they race each other to the
top. Somewhere behind you, a bluejay shrieks in annoyance at the
intrusion of a chattering squirrel. A symphony of small wings is
carried to your ears as a lazy breeze tenderly caresses your face.
You creep forward,
inspecting the twisted alien shapes of a brilliant orange lichen
growing in up a nearby cypress root, and a startled rabbit dashes
past you, desperate for cover. A shimmer above the surface of the
creek catches your eye, and on closer look, clusters of iridescent
dragonflies materialize, their eyes set like shining jewels,
shattering the light that hits them into rainbows, their wings
beating in time to the swaying trees. The forest hums in response as
the birds burst into the chorus. Fish heading down stream pause a
moment to listen to the orchestra of sound and color. The sun warms
your back as you listen to the forest celebrate a new day.
NOT my usually writing style, but this is what you get with annoying writing assignments. xD
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