Standing...

Walking in the forest was a spiritual experience. The Pillars that held up the cannopy were majestic, as they climbed vertically till the green drown their stalks out. It was early in the morning, the sun had been barging into the forest for no longer than half an hour. Some parts of the forest still had pockets of mist that had not manage to escape the thirsty roots of the forest and were now being used as replenishment for the lumbering pillars. As we continued to walk we could hear the voice of the forest whispering into our ears. The wind had picked up and had made the green cannopy a celebration, small branches fell from the tree landing on us gentley. The whispering continued as we walked down. The great ferns that are companions to the wild giant reds swayed gently in the wind. Continuing on the path that we had made our trail we could see that we were heading to an opening. As we stepped out of the forest and into the small glade that formed in the center of the forest, the cry of the sky could be heard over head. The master of the sky flew over us and its splendor let out another great screatch that made the rodents in the area run.