The Beauty of the Dawn (Essay Sample)

The Beauty of the Dawn
An early morning forest comforts my heart. This peaceful early morning is soul soothing in the woody teak-brown forest where brown almond trees stand serenely with a soft gaze at me. Their knotted arms rising ever upwards as far as my head could lift. The last of the morning stars effortlessly peep down through the scarce leaves like silver asters, glinting and shimmering; they look happy in the silver solar isolation with the kind yellow moon, as they give me a relaxed glance. On the half-lit brown leafy carpeted floor, the wild basil grows freely forming a soft mattress that could be so inviting for a shelter-less being. Sparkling white mushrooms are noticed to be growing under the open roof of the forest in clusters, one heap after the other. The orchestra of birds harmonizing with the frogs from a distance is alluring as the bees hum so harmlessly. The barks of trees and leaves are beautifully patterned with dew drops from the mist. I regularly inhale the minty smell of the few leafy stunted trees that had yellow berries which lay ripening under their little green dome with an appealing smell. It is indeed spirit-refreshing to smell the mulch mix of the forests fragrance seducing me with its comforting goodness. How can I resist such a lush Garden of Eden?
Dark Morning Paranoia
The dark morning in the forest is scary. In the wee hours of the morning, I pass through the tall, pulpy brown ancient trees that stretched away from the crinkly floor; they stand firmly giving me a stern stare. The last of the morning stars glaring like silver pin prinks, luminous and bright, squeezing their way through the glade of trees as the ore moon hung lazily above and looking gloomy while casting a honeyed sheen over the trees. The allurement of the dawn's light has not yet lanced to the lush hence the shade patched floor, old brown...