FOREST
The vertically gigantic pine
trees created a dense canopy, below which sunlight could not comfortably
penetrate, always keeping the floor of the forest damp and cold. The ancient barks
were stripped off its outer layers, rendering to the harsh seasons it has gone
through.
The air was always stagnant,
with most of the gusts broken down by the mighty resistance of the trees. They were the guardians of what lied below them,
from the brutal precipitation of the wet season to the intense sun’s heat in
the dry season, anything under its shadow was sure that they would not face the
first wave of attack.
Intertwining streams from many different vein
tributaries joined up at the heart of
the forest , where lush greenery was at
its best , and the spot where the grizzly
bears and the elks and the moose’s
of the tundra met after a day full of
feeding the patchy grasses on the wet rocks.
The rocky, steep cliffs
formed a boundary to one side of the forest, beyond which neither the animals
could climb nor come down. Along the cliff, a waterfall formed in which salmons
rushed upstream. Hungry brown bears were ready to catch their prey as they
patiently awaited their arrival upstream.
Below our feet, fallen
decaying leaves were being consumed by thousands of maggots. The busy ants were
systematically following a trail via which they got back autumn leaves and stripped, dead tree barks back to their tiny
dugout.
Done by Ambar K.
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