My hide out in the woods is a magical place. I think faeries and nymphs play in it in their spare time! There is a dry stream bed with a once proud tree,now,forgotten,as it rests,fallen. The sunlight filters through the tree canopy,making natural dance floors man could never build. In places,a brown hued carpet of leaves covers the forest floor. The trees are marble pillars holding up the ever changing celeing,the sky. Shrubbery dots the forest floor like soldiers on a battlefield. A cool breeze rustles your hair.

The seasons are like little workers trying to please me with their decor. Sometimes,I see a squirrel,scampering with a nut from tree to tree. Or maybe a deer, bounding away from its lunch when it sees me. I go too my magical palace when I need to get away from this world and want to enter the world of dreams.

age group 8-12