The sun’s rays were disappearing below the horizon of rolling hills. A pink golden hue reached out to gently touch the grassy peaks, and in the distance, the tops of the trees swayed in the sweet summer breeze. As the sun sank lower and lower, the shadows grew, and the hills seemed to shrink. The grass covered land was quiet and peaceful as the sun said goodnight and slipped beneath the covers of night. Once the sun had gone to bed, an owl rose from its hiding place in the small valley between two hills and flew slightingly towards the forest.
During the day, the owl was a plain white, speckled here and there with spots of brown as if it had flown past a waterfall of brown paint, and had been introduced to the spray. It was quite insignificant compared to the other owls in the area, however, the moment the moon’s rays touched her back, the owl became the most beautiful and majestic being that lived in the grassy hills. The moon transformed the small speckled owl into a goddess of the night. Her white feathers which became silver were so vivid they shone brightly in the moonlight, and the brown became a warm gold. Even though her coloring was stunning, the most beautiful feature was her eyes. They were a piercing gray-blue, very unusual for an owl, but they fitted the night goddess perfectly.
She flew quickly towards the forest keeping an eye out for any movement on the ground. Once over the forest, she dipped in among the trees. The moment the owl was gliding through the trees, the moonlight was cut to a minimal level due to the leaf filled canopy. Every few yards a shaft of silvery light filtered down to light a moss-covered section of the forest floor.
The owl drifted past trees of great height seemingly searching for a certain towering guardian in particular. She wove farther and farther toward the center of the colony of silvery trees. Out in the open flying over the rolling hills, the owl was easily spotted, but she didn’t belong there, she belonged in among the trees, her guardians, and this was where she became part of the forest, her silvery feathers becoming part of the surroundings.
In the very center of the forest, there was a tree of such height, that it towered protectively over all her saplings. It stretched far enough up toward to the shimmering moon, that light filtered through her branches until it reached the middle where it slowly disappeared into the forest circling the tree. The owl flew toward this spot where light met dark slowing down as she neared. Flapping her wings in such a way that she no longer flew horizontal, but vertical, the owl landed gracefully on a thick branch close to the massive.
The owl belonged in the forest, yes, but she belonged more than anything in the mother tree, watching the moonlight creep slowly across the forest floor. The owl was the goddess of the night, but the tree was mother and protector. The guardian tree.
Nice, you can really take me to those places in your minds eye, thx
Thanks!