There I was in the majestic woods… drifting over the leaf carpeted path that littered this leafy paradise. It was an ancient, beech-brown forest that reeked of age. The mystic forest beckoned me into its pulsing heart with its charismatic beauty. How could one resist the call of the wild that emanated from this garden of Eden? Older than Adam and Eve, the forest yet retained its palatial elegance. The song of this woody paradise echoed across the woodland- an archaic chant that nourished the essence of this grassy wonderland.
With a pulsing heart lighter than a feather, I descended into the mausoleum of leaf and limb. Perplexing darkness arose. The tenderness of illuminating daybreak had not yet arrived to revive the sleeping souls that lingered in the forest. The woods wore a cowl of obscurity, revealing lucent pentagrams of shining silver and molten gold sparkling and shimmering in the void that lay above. They were like diamond dust tossed into the sky. The shaggy oaks were engulfed in the coils of ethereal mist. It writhed around them like a pale snake strangling its prey, spreading a fearful aura. It slithered through the thickets with deadly intent and an intimidating glare.
Then a spear of astral luminance pierced into the heart of darkness, it was followed by a whole loom of light, filtering down in seams of gold. It hunted and expelled the darkness, eradicated the gloom and spilt into spaces where the mist once stalked. The silence was split by the melodious chant of a songbird. I was barraged by a detonation of trilling and warbling all around me. The snuffling boars, slinking Wildcats, scampering hares, scurrying squirrels, screeching jays, shambling badgers, skittering mice, loping wolves and lumbering bears awoke to the harmony of the canaries. I darted through the pillars of lustrous-gold light. The Almond-brown trees rose tall, as the guardians of the woods. My ears perked up at the sight of a stream-it rushed past with a tinkling yet metallic resonance. It was like a stampede. Swish-Clunk-Clop-the rocks gurgled in the tide. Sweet fragrances, alluvial and palliative, seemed to flicker into my awareness. Sight and smell strived for attention in this soul-enriching utopia. I rest my back against a slab of gravel, letting the water nurse my sleepy feet. A moss pillow cradled my skull, as I drifted into an eternal sleep.