Peace of the Forest

As I strolled through the harmony of the trees, drinking in the scent of pine, I came by a little brook. The lush sound of a gently flowing stream entered my thoughts, just as a hundred blades of emerald grass poured out of the sleeping forest floor at my feet. I felt a warm, soothing autumn breeze against my face and I was truely glad I had come. Flowers of all shades burst into bloom before my eyes in every clearing, by every mellow oak and sycamore and everywhere I turned my head. The air was filled with the song of nightingales. Crouching down on the river bank, I took a sip of cool, fresh water from the little brook, and its succulent flavour came alive in my soul. Twinkling in the moonlight were thousands of glistening stars bejewelled beside a pearly moon.

All the while, a subtle melody filled every creature and every plant in the woodland, as the firmament rejoiced in an extravaganza of music and peace.