The walk along the muddy trail of the forest was a revelation. The sky kissing trees breathed an organic scent. The verdure paradise was slowly awakening from its deep mossy slumber into a moist misty morning. The raw breeze and foggy veil had a mystic allure to it. Their entwined roots and strong embracing boughs were a testimony of their primeval connect.
The twigs crunched under my feet as I ambled along the wet brown path. The woody heaven came alive to the sounds of the forest. The tweet of the birds, scuttling rabbits, rustling foliage, scurrying squirrels, hissing reptiles, trill of the insects, shrieks of arboreal creatures and the cry of the wild, all playing at their own rhythm yet orchestrating a perfect harmony.
The ambiance of the forest stopped the clock. I lost myself into her welcoming arms. Under the canopy of a green palette, I inhaled the freshness of natural wonder, soaked in the beauty of flora and fauna, admired the medley of diversity, and listened to the pure and earthen tales of the wilderness. I enjoyed my solitude in the company of nature.