The woods

As I skipped through the dark, lush forest, the trees looked down at me.

I stared through a hole in the dirt-brown, rough bark.

I could see a burnt, jet-black tree that had once been licked by ferocious flames.

I heard a deer that started to run, startled. 

This filled me with fear that a predator could be near. 

I was as hot as a boiling kettle.

I put my backpack down and covered myself with water from the stream.

I was lost in this desolate place. 

A gentle zephyr brushes past my skin.

The cool air makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. 

My eyes fixed on a large brown creature in the distance, rustling in the bushes.

I wanted to run, but my leg was stuck in the hollow part of the fallen tree. 

I pushed and writhed and squirmed, finally my leg was unstuck.

I continued on walking. 

I saw a spot of golden light,

It was almost blinding. 

The trees danced in the heavy wind, 

The emerald-green leaves swayed violently.

I was an ice chest. 

The leaves choked the forest floor.