Atmosphere

His footsteps could be heard from a miles away as they were just about the only sound throughout the quivering forest. The trees trembled at the bite of the barren wind. Even the birds were sleeping. There was nothing there except him. The man kept walking even though the howls of the wind begged him to stop. He kept walking even though the rocky path told him it wasn’t safe. The man just kept on walking. The grass swayed in such a welcoming way, the man thought it was safe. The whole forest was alive, warning him of the unforgiving terrain ahead. All expect the grass. The grass mischievously disobeyed the wind and welcomed the man on to the remorseless mountain. The man kept walking. You could almost hear the sound of the grasses’ villain-like laughter as the man mounted the rocks. The grass got his way, and once again the forest crumbled. The trees sank a little lower to the ground, and the wind slowed to a breeze. The flowers wilted and the rocks cracked. The forbidding atmosphere drew closer and closer to its grave