Descriptive Essay On A Forest

When initially closing my eyes it was difficult to picture a forest, considering different scenarios began popping into my head. It was hard to put myself in the position where I actually felt like I no longer was in a classroom. In a matter of what felt like minutes, the vivid and still image of a forest finally came into place, and the very first thing I noticed was what appeared to be small glittering fairies fluttering around. At a closer examination I realized these fairies were actually light rays playing tricks on my eyes, and the bright forest was completely alone. High above me was a canopy made from the trees and even though the sun wasn’t visible, there was a level of comfort in knowing that the forest was sheltered by branches. …show more content…
I didn’t have a huge reaction but I did yell out, “oh my gosh!”, before I knew it. That triggered the bear to turn its huge head towards me, stand up, and raise its claws. It was enormous! Its claws were literally two inches long, and he had pitch black eyes. It started growling menacingly, but for some reason, it didn’t make me afraid, so all I could do was stare at him in awe. If bears could talk, I’m positive he was yelling, “Why are you still staring at me!?” To get out of this situation I just slowly walked away, while maintaining eye contact with him. Their wasn’t really much I could do, because running away would just make it worse, and throwing objects at him would be disastrous. A few minutes later I was back on track, with the bear way behind me, minding its business once …show more content…
The white light, led me to an impressive, and shocking view. I could finally see the clear, blue skies, along with the sun. I was no longer under the protection of the branches and now more than ever is when I wanted to know the reason the path brought me here. That questioning didn’t take long, because right in front of me stood a gray, stone wall the size of the trees. It seemed to have been established years ago, considering the fact there was green vines all over it. I had an instant reflex to see what was over the wall, and at the first touch the stone turned out to be cold. Usually stone is rough, so it gave it a sandy, and somehow powdery texture. It left my hands dirty with a light-brown colored dust, but it didn’t stop me from continuing to climb the wall in the midst of the heat. Climbing the wall, was not as difficult as I assumed, so using the vines I went on top and just admired the scenery. It was almost like the walls were in charge of not letting any noise through, because almost as soon as I peeked my head over, I could hear children laughing, the sounds of pots being banged, and other adults having enlightened discussions about their day. It was loud from every corner, but nowhere did I hear anger or frustration, sadness or devastation. Everyone was content with what they had, even though the people all seemed to have very little. I didn’t even have to think twice; I