Week 7 Descriptive Writing

The bright happy sunlight struggles to find its way through the thick tree tops of the quiet forest. The delicate mirror like leaves deflect all the light leaving most of the dense forest in a dark shade of gray. There are a few patches of sunlight where the undergrowth grows thick, but most of the landscape is covered in a thick brewing swamp. The vines rap around the trees like snakes trying to strangle someone, making the trees weak. The tree roots are fingers, reaching out entwining with others, helping each other stand tall. Alone they feel small and weak. As one they feel safe and strong.