August 8, 2011 - 5:05am — XxsnowxX
In my point of view of the forest I see leaves slowly falling from mighty oak trees. I see miles and miles of elderly trees all gently whispering in the wind. I see deer of all shapes, sizes, and colors running about the forest. In my point of view I smell the fresh air, I smell the wild flowers that surrounds the forest. I smell the wild cranberries fresh and ready to eat. In my point of view I hear chipmunks crackling to them selves. I hear deer trotting from a distance. I hear the quietest of birds chirping at the top of their lungs. In my point of view I taste the cold, sweet pond water. I taste the acorns that fall from the trees. I taste the wet morning dew. In my point of view I feel the tough earth beneath my hooves I feel the soft grass in the meadow. I feel the wind push against my fur. In my point of view.
Sorry for some grammer issues I wrote this when I was 11.
December 19, 2010 - 12:25am — XxsnowxX
The forest is a dark place sometimes. There is always a cold breeze and quiet not a sound, peep, whisper That's when you know your alone. The forest is a magical and wounderful place but I think of it as a place to get away from all of your worries and fears. I'm here to tell of this beautiful place that I once lived in which is called the Endless Forest. Every time I walk I see everyone happy and enjoying the forest life, sometimes I wish that was me. I'm cursed to walk this forest but not have the feel, touch, tast, of it.
In my world it's dark know one can see me. I once abused the forest and ended up in this dark world, now I protect the forest from anybody who chose to abuse this wounderful, beautiful place. If you have chosen to abuse this forest a trail of ash will apear which will lead you to me in my world. There you'll spend the rest of your days with me suffering, watching. What will be your decision? Will you protect? or abuse?
