Welcome back! These are a couple of paragraphs I wrote about the photo down below. I had to describe the forest and then I did one about what happened in the forest. Thanks for reading
The Woods
The paths were lined with weeping trees groaning in the wind. The old leaves
created a soft surface for the animals to rest on. The sun's golden rays filled the
area with light, exposing the birds that nestled within. An orange tent huddled
behind the curvy trees, a black bug net covered the entrance of the tent protecting
the creatures that played inside. The patches of dying grass lined the ground,
mushrooms cuddled together.
That evening as the sun was setting and the forest was coming alive something
emerged from the tent, quickly gathering items from the base of the tall trees. Out
of nowhere an angry red glow appread by the tent. It fought with the wind trying to
stay alive. Cold rocks paved the area it was permitted to be in. Sticks providing
food for the red glow. As the hours passed the glow shrank. The bitter night turned
into a bitter day. The forest was ready to do it all over again.
Comment question: Have you ever been camping?
