Tristan Bluhm
Joined September 2017
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The Forest
Walking into the forest, I see trees rooted into the ground growing tall from many years; starting as a seed planted long ago from a bird flying high. I see leaves of the trees with their greenish color and I see the lines across the many leafs, different on every leaf. I also see dark brown of the bark on the trees leading to branches shooting every which way with different sizes and different amount of leaves. I see insects scurrying across the bark of the trees heading to wherever they can go trying to survive day in and day out; some of them are small, some are big, some have wings, and others crawl, they're all interlocked into a cycle of survival trying not to be eaten.
By Tristan Bluhm6 years ago in Wander