I peered around the colours are like nothing I had ever seen before, untouched by man kind .The clear as air water rippled down the stream, scents of freshness. Water, gushing in some places ,smashed up against the rocks. The rocks are covered in mould and smelt of the dying left by the green trees. I smelt the pine trees leaving a tingling sensation in my nose. I heard crackling as branches scraped against each other like brothers fighting. The up stretched trees covered the ground like umbrellas blocking the clear sky. The clouds moved like snails crawling, and looked like fluffy sheep, backed by a clear blue sky. Thomas
A little about me I like to be out doors especially exploring new things and playing rugby
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