Before

come to my forest you’ll love the peace and cool colours

boring right? now read after.

After

On a cool,misty winter's day would be a perfect time to visit my forest.

The mist will creep up on you and depression will fill your soul.

The trees are bare like a christmas with no presents.

The sun filters through the thick layers of dark clouds creating an eerie atmosphere

The cool wind brushes your face like a riot of spiders crawling up your neck

The air grows moist as a lite rain starts spitting

The tree stumps are mossy and have been  hacked at like pointy rocks

The trees are witches staring down at you