UNEXPECTED
BIZARRE
The
sun was shinning above our heads as we were walking through umber, ancient
forest. It reeked of age. Its woody incense was from centuries, of snapping
branches crashing to the forest’s floor and rotting silently. The composting,
organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Every sprawling tree we passed under
reminded me of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves.
We decided to venture deeper into the tangled
heart of this primeval forest. We hoped that it would reveal its dark secrets
to us. But the further we went, the more mystical it become. The monotony of
this parched wilderness was difficult to explain. It was a crucible of death, a
bone dry basin of vastness.
The immensely of it burned into my brain and
as I looked up the trees they seemed to be crisping under the relentless rays of the
sun . The arch of fairy tale – green above, was not there anymore as the sun was
penetrating into the woods.
Shuffling noises come from deep in the interior,
deadened by the cunningly woven web of
leaves . The deep, haunting ballad of its ancient song called out to me. With a light heart, I
plunged into the over arching vault of leaf and limb and into a waterfall. I did
not expect it to look like that. The exquisiteness of the waterfall had not yet
lanced to the lush green water pool below. It glided with deadly intent. Its deadened sound and haunted glades poured
into empty spaces. A sepulchral silence overhung the hallowed ground where the
trees dared not to grow. The waterfall was Mediterranean blue and non magical. It was pouring onto the
rocks sadly.
This
scene was really unsatisfactory. The fluty piping of a song bird split the
silence just as the forest become flooded with light. I darted between shafts of
lustrous gold light as I went admiring the butterflies. The pirouetted in the
air , their wings a whirr like little
ripples of silk.
As
I meandered back to the waterfall, a shiny spillway led to a choppier pond. Boulders
colonized the age of the pond, buffed with pillows of mass. They caused a rocky
gurgling as water met stone;
a swish , a clunk , a swell and a clop .when we were leaving ; I risked
a glance over my shoulder.
The forest glade looked freeze frame perfect in the enhanced light.
By
Niham Abdulrazak
Y11
No comments:
Post a Comment