The woods

Sunrise began. The vibrante exquisite colours painted on the moody clouds, reflect below onto the burning crisp snow capped mountain tops. The ancient oaks sigh, as the first beam of sunlight burst throughout the woods. The woods sat peacefully, out of sight and far beyond the barrier of the active city. Untouched.Undamaged. Only known by the native animals, that cowardly hibernating inside the walls of the woods, not wanting to risk their security that the woods provided. The leaves act as the exterior boundary of the woods, guarding the historical life that is consumed inside. But an unknown magic concealed deep into the mythical woods.