Aria Wonder

You walk through an umber-brown, ancient forest, the area reeking of age. Its woody incense was from centuries of snapping branches crashing to the forest's floor and rotting silently. The organic smell rose up in waves like a miasma. Every sprawling tree you pass under reminding you of a watchful guardian, a silent sentinel of the groves. You decide to venture deeper into the tangled heart of this primeval forest.

The further you traveled, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots spread-eagled the ground, twisting like the great backs of sea dinosaurs. The foliage became thick and lush, forming an arch of fairytale-green above your head. Arthritic boughs, gnarled with age, dripped their bounty of nuts onto the path. Briars, brambles and berry trees flanked the trail, making it impenetrable on either side. Shuffling noises came from deep in the interior, the wild residents of the forest, hidden by the cunningly woven web of leaves.You arrive at a wide glade, where the trees fell away, revealing the bespeckled sky. The last of the morning's stars were glinting like silver pin pricks, luminous and bright. An ore gold moon hung quietly in the distance, casting a honeyed sheen over the trees. A small, cloaked figure sat down with her back against a lightning blasted tree trunk and watched it fade away. As if on cue, a small bird erupted from the knot of trees. The solitary songbird was soon joined by his beaked companions, creating a symphony of song. The heart haunting melody was an elixir for the soul. The sap sweet fragrance of the forest would wash over and seduce you by its comforting goodness. The forest glade looked freeze frame perfect in the enhanced light of the full dawn.