25 September 2012
The birds fly overhead, twittering as if they were talking amongst themselves. In the trees they nest and in the sky they fly high.
The trees twist and turn as they gain height. Halfway up there may be a hidden hole, where some unknown animal may make its home. The canopy of the treetops shelters us from whatever lays beyond.
A fine mist settles all across the forest, it gives this place the distinct impression that its something more than it seems. But then again, most things are...
© Emily Hay 25/9/2012
Not As It Seems • Opuss № I