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Mood Writing on Forests for Arboreal Amour
--- Creative Mood Writing on Forests ---
Mood writing is evocative of the great classical writers, the masters of yesteryear. In The Mood Book's pages we absorb their craft via creative prose examples. As trees symbolise the family with their deep roots and branches, so the forests of our world represent the communities, society or nations. Thus this combination of symbolism and clustering mood words, usually with a word or two in the opposite mood to act as "a pinch or salt in the dish, becomes emotionally powerful. So let your imagination branch and bud. Let new spring leaves unfurl, the forests await!
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Written by Angela Abraham in 2024
Deep roots detect the seasons too, bathing in water of warmth and deep chill.
--- Creative Mood Writing on Forests ---
Example One:
A halo of wind drew leaves of scarlet and gold up, up, into the dawn light. Around and around it scampered, that giddy flash-tornado. How it did laugh with the trees! How it did wake the birds with a mischievous tickle! How it did tease of winter’s train approaching the station, coal burning, steam toot-tooting. In the aroma of earthy loam, in those cooling days, the trees could either sulk or embrace the jollity. So, arboreal limbs raised, they chose to dance and sing. They chose to mirth-chivy the birds with head tucked under-wing. And that was the day Ariah arrived, the finest of days, with the forest in high spirits.Â
Light Halo Dapples Danced Under the Forests Protective Boughs
Example Two:
Clothed in spring rain, the trees were proud with swelling buds. The happy arboreal flock flapped their branches in the warming wind. Their outstretched twiggy hands played with the strengthening light. Between them birds did flitter spring, bouncing wings full wide, singing as if it were their song that commanded winter’s retreat. What was in slow motion gained an exuberant pace. Dally not! Sleep not! Take in lungs of aromatic air! Life abounds! Nature resurgent! Mother Earth, keeper of forests and forest kin, will have her triumphant say!
Forests Shake and Shiver in a Dark Grim Mood, Twigs Writing Creative Gloom!
Example Three:
Denuded twigs whiplashed in the gloom. A battery of clouds sank low and lower still, until they fogged each forest-vista as blindfold. What was cold became freezing. What was aromatic became a lurking malodour. What was dingy became pitch dark. No more the happy chirpings, only fevered rustling hurried to silence itself to nought. The moonlight that had played on the lake silently erased itself. Though the fretting sun was consoled by constellations far and wide, evil declared itself ascended. Had they lost? Was it over?
Example Four:
Fog erased the smiling twigs. Ice fractured the few brave leaves who clung. Though the sinews of frost-bared trees, only mean shadows weave-whispered. So violent was its arrival, that old man winter blanched to a new gauntness, paled, wan, sickly. For, you see, his snow was the fresh new page, his ice was Earth's transitory stars… This… This… This new coldness was a fore-poisoning of lady spring, an end to the natural cycle of which he was proud to play his part. No! No! All was wrong. It was not winter that would extend… Yet a far more brutal thing.
