The forest was tannin-brown.

The grass was crispy under

our feet. We looked up at the creaking trees. We were in
awe of the size and majesty of them. The twigs were
crunching under my feet as I was listening to the bees
busily buzz flying from flower to flower. My hair was
fluttering in the gentle wind whispering into my ear the
most beautiful poem of the nature. All kinds of
mushrooms and tree moss laying around the crinkly
floor. Everything seemed purely dreamy and astral. The
morning stars peeped down at us glinting and
shimmering watching us from beyond this world. I could
only sigh at that exact moment and rest my head while
focusing on the harmonious chirping of the nightingale.