Josef Gillgren descriptive writing T3 W8

The sun shines on a river that has the appearance of a mirror with flecks of paint on it. Directly to the sides of the beautiful river. Where the sun doesn’t shine, the trees are a mess of mangled, twisted vines. As if the trees themselves were crying out in agony. The rivers on the sides look like a pits of tar and mist that wait for unwitting walkers to fall into it’s slimy clutches. The tree on the right side has splashes of baby blue, black , orange and yellow on it. In the background is a sea of greenery with gargantuan trees that seem to reach out into the cloudless, sunny , blue sky.