My friend Rahim, who works as a forest ranger, took me along on one of his trips into the jungle. I had wanted to experience for myself first-hand what he had always spoken about.
The moment we entered the jungle, a sort of semi-darkness enveloped us. The sky was almost completely shut out by the canopy of leaves high above us. At ground level, thick vegetation grew in every direction. The air was damp and had a peculiar smell to it.
All around us were the sounds of insects, birds and animals. Though we could not see them, except for some birds, we knew they were there. The sounds echoed all over, making the jungle feel eerie and strange.
I had no idea how Rahim could find a way through the bushes and trees. He said he was just following a path used by the aborigines. As far as I was concerned, I could not see any path. I realised then how easily an inexperienced person could get lost and perish in the jungle.
Nevertheless I followed Rahim as we trudged along slowly. The most uncomfortable thing about being in the jungle were the leeches. These little bloodsuckers never gave up. Despite thick boots and clothes, they still managed to bite me.
For the first time in my life I saw strange birds, insects, huge spiders, snakes, trees, flowers, vines as thick as a man's hand and various animals. The experience was unforgettable. I was awestruck by the might of nature.
When we emerged from the jungle I felt as though a great weight had been lifted from me. The clear blue sky was a welcome sight. Outside, the world was definitely easier to cope with. The jungle made me feel hemmed in and helpless. It was a good experience but I would prefer to remain outside it.
Essay on A Day in the Forest
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A Day in the Forest
It was a calm, overcast day, and I found myself resting at the side of a large oak tree, admiring the beauty of the woods that surrounded me.
The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.
In the distance, the trail along which I had been walking wound through a thick…show more content…
Yet were being held down, giving a silent rhapsody of joy and grieving. Along the way fallen timber accompanied thickets of weeds. A lazy mist hazed my vision, making the horizon seem like one from a story book. The area was imperturbable, as if it was keeping a secret hidden deep within itself.
Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, I watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to me an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter. The forest, I realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, I could see the community of newly formed saplings. They appeared as little children, learning under the guidance of their grown and fully matured parents.
The forest was pure and clean, as though it had never been disturbed by man and his vicious life killing machines. Peacefully sleeping under the dark gray sky, the community of mighty timber had not a care in the world.
As I left behind the somber forest, I now recognized an appreciation for nature that I did not realize I had. I now knew there was more to nature than just trees and animals, but also I found the