The Secret Forest.





This week we have been describing settings and this is what I have done.





The leaves rustled as they brushed against each other in the breeze. The water trickled down a small waterfall making only a small soundless splash as it hit the water. Tuis and Bellbirds called out to the winding river below the canopy. Vines draped over branches like curtains. Moss crept along the ground and up the trunks of trees. All the plants were binding themselves into the ground. The bushes were brightly splattered as if they had been hit with green paint.





By Olive