![]() When we were leaving, I risked a glance over my shoulder. We placed some stinging nettle leaves into the broth we were brewing and it added a tingling, chlorophyll flavour. The sap sweet fragrance of the forest washed over us and we were seduced by its comforting goodness. The heart haunting melody was an elixir for the soul. The solitary songbird was soon joined by his beaked companions, creating a symphony of song. As if on cue, an avian aria erupted from the knot of trees. We sat down with our backs against a lightning blasted tree trunk and watched it fade away. An ore gold moon hung quietly in the distance, casting a honeyed sheen over the trees. The last of the morning’s stars were glinting like silver pin pricks, luminous and bright. We arrived at a wide glade, where the trees fell away, revealing the bespeckled sky. They were finishing up their early morning foraging and looked startled to see us. A troupe of shambling badgers crossed the winding trail in front of us at one point. Shuffling noises came from deep in the interior, deadened by the cunningly woven web of leaves. Briars, brambles and berry trees flanked the trail, making it impenetrable on either side. Arthritic boughs, gnarled with age, dripped their bounty of nuts onto the path. The foliage became thick and lush, forming an arch of fairytale-green above our heads. Huge roots spread-eagled the ground, twisting like the great backs of sea dinosaurs. The further we went, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. We hoped that it would reveal its dark secrets to us. We decided to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this primeval forest. Every sprawling tree we passed under reminded me of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves. The composting, organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Its woody incense was from centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest’s floor and rotting silently. We were walking through an umber-brown, ancient forest. It was only after we got the stomach cramps that we regretted it. ![]() We ate a few windfall apples and they were mead sweet with a bitter twist. It was spirit refreshing to smell the mulchy mix of the forest’s perfume. The simpering wind carried a fragrance with it. We could see wild basil growing freely on the clumpy, mossy mattress of the floor. They looked happy in their solar-silver isolation. The morning stars peeped down at us like silver asters, glinting and shimmering. That was the last we saw of them, as they are a furtive bird, full of suspicion. They drifted across our vision in a flash of flesh-pink and warlock-black, trying to size us up. In the winter, they raid squirrel stores for their nuts, often damning them to starvation. Their cruel, corvid eyes are always on the lookout for a feathered meal. Jays are the scavengers of the bird world. A pair of jays was screeching high up in the canopy of the trees. The orchestra of birdsong we could hear from them suddenly stopped. They were hoary fortresses and stood proudly. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as far as my head could lift. ![]() We were in awe of the size and majesty of the trees. The grasses we stepped on were crackly beneath our feet because of the recent dry spell. The forest we entered was oak-brown and primitive. We picked some wild pears and they were meadow sweet. The forest’s smell was fresh and organic. The peace of the morning was soul soothing. Wood sorrel flecked the blanket of grass. The morning stars were shining like silver snowflakes. Hares were scampering away from us up ahead. ![]() We looked up and the trees were skyscraper tall. We picked some berries and they tasted orchard sweet. The beauty of the forest comforted our hearts. Nuts were scattered on the floor of the forest. The morning stars shone like silver petals. ![]() Berries lay ripening under the leafy dome of the forest.Ģ. Mushrooms grew under the shady roof of the forest.Ģ. The stars were like lucid snowflakes of silver as they sprinkled the night sky.ġ. Luminous petals of silver freckled the sky.Ģ. Scurrying squirrels searched for food under bristles of wispy moss.ġ. Snuffling boar ate under combs of feathery moss.Ģ. Trees are the skyscrapers of the glades.ĪNIMAL SOUNDS OF THE FOREST snuffling boarġ. The ancient trees stretched away from the crinkly floor.Ģ. The teak-brown forest was a woody heaven.Ģ. The bamboo-brown forest was a leafy paradise.Ģ. LEVEL 1 LEVEL 2 LEVEL 3 LEVEL 4 LEVEL 5 OTHERS bamboo-brown forestġ. Enjoy the post and I hope it helps you whether you are a student, teacher or a parent. If you wish to know more about it, just click on any of the book images below. This extract is from the book ‘Writing with Stardust’. If you wish to access the full chapter in PDF, click here: DESCRIBING A FOREST Describing a forest is made easy by looking at the post below. ![]()
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