river in a forest - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The river is a slice of mellow harmony amid the fragrant leaves. It flows like time, always onward, always toward its destiny. One day these placid waters will enter that great ocean, each drop a vital part of what becomes the mighty aquatic world. In the shade of the boughs we wade in, feeling the welcome kiss of coolness, watching the eddies that swirl and disappear. The water surface is livened by brief crescents of white that are fish arcing as they swim. Our eyes travels down stream, caressing the dapples that bring the shine of the water to a hue so homely. I stifle a giggle. This forest is so far from the home we left, but right now it doesn't matter a bit. This moment is my own and right now, in this flash of the time continuum, I am at home.
The river winds through the forest, welcoming stray flora that comes its way. It is part of this place, integral to life, yet also a thing unto itself. The river is always flowing, taking its willing passengers onward to the great ocean beyond. At the edges it tempts the rich soil to join the cool waters just as much as the humble leaf litter that lies on top.
The river is a ribbon of living turquoise, boldly flowing amid the green of the forest. No matter the chatter of the trees it is steady, welcoming, refreshing. On quiet days it can be heard to whisper its wisdom, on stormy days it is lost to all but those who listen closely. The river always talks, always speaks the wisdom of the water to anyone who treasures its musical words. Even on the rainiest of days it can heard beneath the splashes, a sacred melody, always moving, always present.
The river has a strength that is reflected in the trees. It flows on with confidence, taking the form of the river bed, billions of drops moving together. The community of trees stands tall, trunks reaching into the blue above, light filtering through leaves like perfect stained glass.
The river flows with perfect consistency, an artery of blessed water. It feeds this place, quenches the thirst of the mighty beings rooted to the rich soil. Together they are perfection, the water of life and the community of flora and fauna. Being here is enough to remind me of my privileged place in the circle of life, in a ecosystem that is both robust and delicate.
The river is green in the dawn, yet it will be as speckled as a thousand dollar diamond in the noon sunlight. It flows in that understated way, smoothly onward without a fuss. Is there anything so reliable as this water? Every day I pass it by, too busy to wade in, but not today. Today I make the time; my life is my own after all. I wasn't born to stand on the banks. I was born to flow with nature, a part of the ecosystem, not apart from it.
A small way east of Canute, the river drops in close to the hillside and runs deep and blue. The water is cool and refreshing, for it has slipped twinkling down from the mountains by the stones. The water is lined with trees, pine, birch, redwood, fresh and green with every spring, carrying by their roots the debris of last winter’s flooding. I inhale the air, thick with late spring’s presence. The sky has vanished almost completely, only a few fragments of blue remain. The air is rich with the fragrance of leaves and damp. Even after the rains have passed, the soil remains wet, slowly releasing its milky white mist. As I enter the daylight of the rivers clearing, the powerful rays of the sun strike me, but despite this the breeze has a pleasant coolness and the bright colours contain the softness of the time just after sunrise. The sound of running water in the river has a relaxing, hypnotic quality, I want to stop and stay here, I just want time to stand still
In the heart of the forest, an idle river carried all the debris that fell in from above slowly downstream. Large boughs sprouted from the trees and reached into the murky water as if trying to scoop up the swarming fish. Although the warm water was an olive colour from the swirling mud and algae, you could see the underwater wildlife flourish in the shallow part. Swamp-like vegetation and old, rotting trees crept into the river's edge and created slimy pools of debris from withered leaves, twigs and lemna. Above the mass of water, high branches wove tunnel of green leaves like archways in a church to protect from strong sunlight.