Bright greens and yellows fills the senses, seeing the melody of the winds, feeling the tranquil smell of the flowers and trees. The sun's radiant rays warm fur as it slowly sets and the moon's delicate gaze lullabies sounds of sleep.
Sounds fill the air, creating an ocean of sounds you can't hear in the day light. Some of them you couldn't believe unless you listened to them yourself. The air soaking in these sound make a dome of calm for animals to sleep and wake for their own enjoyment so.
With the pain moon used as a sun, animals awake. Red foxes paws tap the forest floor, running after.
Everything, in it's own way, shows beauty and grace. Everything moves to its own rhythm, its own beat. An unknowable path that we can't follow or predict.
But the greens have no paths to follow, no direction to take, but you, you do.
You won't know if it's good or bad till you take it.
The sounds you hear are just your forest's whispers, telling you that the light from the moon and sun above are for you.
There is no path for you to stray from little one, because you start and finish your own path.
So just keep walking.
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Classroom 215
Short StoryOh the reason for the title is that I use to have an English class in a room located in the room 215.... Stupid reason but I loved that class so yea! Anyways this will be a series of short stories... They won't have an order ether (Just letting yo...
