A Walk in the Woods Essay

A walk in the woods I always like to take walks in the woods. It is amazing all the wonderful things that a person can see if they just take the time. I have a special place that I go to during the summer and I have since I was a child. I would walk down the dirt path through the trees and the smell of the wildflowers and the breeze blowing through my hair. To the left side of the path was an ole stump and I would sit on it what seemed like hours, just observing how the wind made the tree tops sway and made the flowers dance to the sound of the wilderness song. The birds would fly like they had no worries in the world and I would imagine what it would be like to be able to fly above and let the wind blow away my problems. I would then walk further down the path to where the pond was and watch the frogs sitting on lily pads basking in the sun. The butterflies of all beautiful colors landing on the flowers, I try to catch one to observe the amazing colors. I listen to the small creek that runs into the pond, the soft sound of running water. I lie back on the grass and close my eyes and enjoy the quietness from the city life. As I walk further into the woods I see a woodpecker drilling in holes in the trees and I hear the squirrels scurrying across the floor of the woods. They run and play like children on a playground carefree and full of life. Further in the woods I come across the cabin we used to stay in when I was a child. Now it looks like something you would see in a scary movie. Since the death of my grandfather no one comes here anymore and the cabin has given way to the force of nature. One time this was such a beautiful place. As I head back down the dirt trail it begins to sprinkle rain. The rain smells like fresh laundry that was put on a line to dry. It starts to thunder and rain harder I should run but I am amazed how the thunder goes across the sky like someone is writing a note. I watch as the animals