The sun was hanging low in the sky, it was losing it's battle with the deep, dark shadows of the cool everlasting night. The brilliant iridescent sunbeams of fire and amethyst was combating hard against the sheer darkness that spread throughout the valley. The sunset was going to burn with one last attempt of radiance that would shame the night for ever trying hide its existence.
The seasons had almost come to transition, in a few days fall would set in. Already the leaves in the forest were beginning to change their colors, from a deep emerald, pine, and jade green, to the tangerine, honey gold, scarlet, and maroon colors that represented a picturesque autumn.
There was a crisp, cool breeze blowing quietly through the mountains. The air smelled earthy and had a hint of the blossoms blowing through the wind, along with all of the other foliage that resided in the dense forest.
To the untrained eyes it would seem as though one would be alone, with nothing in sight for miles. But if one chose to focus their eyes, calm their breath, and relax their body. Other senses would be available to them, scents would be sharpened, eyes could see the creeping shapes and shadows more easily, and they would be able to hear every crunch and rustle of sound that ran throughout the area. They would notice that deep within the hollow of an Oak tree there was a nest of squirrels scurrying out of the tree to run to the nearest source of food, then make a mad dash back to the hollow, and to their horde of nuts and berries to stash the food away for winter.
Just beyond the clumps of bushes, and trees there was a thicket that ran eastward alongside a sweeping river. Within the thicket a pair of red foxes playfully romped through the tall grass, eager to have fun beneath the night sky. A family of deer slept quietly on the edge of the forest near the river, the doe and fawn were laying down, blissfully adrift in their own thoughts, and peaceful dreams. While the buck was not to far away watching out for it's family to make sure that predators brought them no harm.
The sounds were amazing, the leaves rustled lightly in the wind, small birds were chattering in the tree branches above, and an owl hooted off in the distance. Ones own footsteps made the most noise, shoes were crunching on fallen leaves, and lost branch limbs. Your own heartbeat seemed to be audible, as it pounded to the hum of the lyrical environment.
Walking past the babbling brook in the bend of the river was quite calming. Rushing water could be heard before you had even made it to the waterfall. Every splash, and dribble of falling water was a chime that created its own lullaby.
Though the most beautiful thing of all was when the sunlight finally faded into oblivion, and the moon and stars came out to glimmer and dance in triumph across the rippling waves in the water. It seemed to enthrall you with all its splendor, and hold you captive until the time came for dawn to reaclaim its victory.
