Magical tree

 

Deep in the woods stood a tree that was magical, it stood away from all the other trees, big and strong with a bird’s nest half way up. If you looked hard enough and were quiet, you might catch a glance of a bird flying onto the branch feeding its young. Listening to all the birds singing made you feel so happy to be alive, to be in such a place where all the creatures of the forest come together, it's like hearing a symphony.

It was a windy day and the trees were swaying, the leaves were flying all around, the branches were creaking as they knocked into each other. It was mystical to be standing there listening to all the sounds trying to work out where they were coming from.

Inside the  magical tree lived a little man called Sam; he was very small to look at and always made you smile, dressed with a green jacket, red shoes with gold buckles, a red hat and a long white beard which hung to the floor. Sam liked the color red, it reminded him of a rose he had picked years ago. The wind was getting a little stronger so Sam decided to go to bed so he did not have to listen to all the noises, which he knew would soon pass, as he has been living there in the woods for hundreds of years.

 You could see the light shining down through the tops of the trees hitting the trunks at the bottom, making shadows on the ground, your eyes could not believe what they saw.

It felt really creepy, but there was nothing there, the light was just playing tricks with your eyes, the wind played tricks with your ears, but nevertheless you wished that you were somewhere else.

On a calm summers day the magical tree glowed with sparkling colors of light.

Colours you’ve never imagined, beauty that you have never seen, just like the famous painters try to capture in their paintings, to put on canvas and share with the world.

       

On the edge of the Wood stood a log cabin; there was a pigsty nearby and inside stood an old pig called Ben. Ben was old but Mike loved him. Mike who is ten seemed mature but very clever for his age, he liked to wear jeans with a T-shirt and always threw on what ever jumper he could find at the time. On his way out the house he bumped into his sister Sue. who is eight years old and always seemed to be screaming and shouting. Today she is wearing a blue and white dress. ”She asks, where are you going?. “Out to play, are you coming?”

“Yes she replied, but don’t run off and leave me”.

 They both run down the garden path out of the gate and head towards the woods, running through the long grass in the field.

 Stop! Sue shouts, you’re running too fast, I can’t keep up with you”. Mike stops and waits for his