As I step into the forest, I am captivated by the beautiful melodies of birdsong and their age-old songs. The towering trees, with their strong roots firmly embedded in the ground for centuries, welcome me. Looking up, I am mesmerized by the abundance of leaves.
Despite their green color, the trees in the forest emit a hint of gold when reflecting the sun, creating a radiant and bright atmosphere. In daylight, gazing downward at these trees reveals a faint glow. Compared to other trees, their trunks are thick and soft with a unique hue. The branches resemble dark lines that seem to have absorbed the stillness of the surroundings. Covered densely by leaves, it almost seems as if the silence desires to remain hidden. This forest serves as an expansive reservoir of tranquility from which silence delicately flows like a thin and unhurried stream, filling the air with its luminous quality.
On a calm and overcast day, I was resting by a large oak tree in awe of the beautiful woods surrounding me. The sky was sunless, creating a canopy of treetops above my head. The magnificent sight of crimson and auburn foliage indicated that it was Fall. A gentle breeze blew, causing the leaves to rustle, as if they were eager to join their companions on the forest floor. Along with pine needles and other plant life, the leaves formed a thick and springy carpet for me to walk upon.
